Ravensblood Forest If you're ever gonna find a silver lining

Days spin.

One ends, another begins. Each brought new discoveries, and unsurprisingly, two of them were packs. The piebald butler sought to avoid them at all costs, for the last they needed was to end up back into a similar situation which they had just freshly left. He remains judgmental of them each; picking details in such a hypocritical manner that even he grows frustrated with himself.

Fortunately, they both agree to continue. Shigetoshi feels a numbness soaking in snow-tipped toes. Eventually it seeps into his bones, trailing up arms until the weight settles heavy on his brain. Mind fogged. Emotions and physique exhausted. He goes on, for Saoirse, for their far off fairytale of some better life on the horizon.

He lays, body taking in the rest greedily—as if fed a starved meal for the first time in weeks. The area is not kind, but it is away from packs and not outwardly dangerous such as the Tangle had been. Shigetoshi starts to doze, sleeping with blue eyes still open. His ears swerving carefully to any noises. Saoirse's breathing comforting.

Yet she gets to his feet, and the piebald male turns to look at her—question resting on the tip of his tongue. Alas, it is only to move closer. For any would find the many eyes staring holes into the back of their head uncomfortable.

Hime, do you wish to move?