Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

darkness fell; first like a veil and then a blanket across the flatlands as they headed towards the mountain range that had been a small swell from the limits of the bypass.

falling back into his place as rear guard, trying to keep a keen eye on the shadows around them that taunt him with intent easily taken to be malicious. he shares a similar feeling as haunt, but refuses to look back. come hell or high water, they'd made their decision and turning back wasn't an option.

hadn't been an option when vex originally set off into the grove, and then pushed further. it was an unspoken understanding that arbiter would tan their hides, likely regardless, but the small part of vex that worries about the punishments awaiting them hopes that by finding kaertok they can help soften the blow.

his sister's golden gaze finds him in the darkness that engulfs them and let outs out a low reassuring chuff to communicate 'i'm here'. he draws in a breath, the scent of the pack they skirted around lingering up the sharp scent of fallslick rock. d'you think we should find a place to rest? until morning? to vex, this makes sense. they are in unfamiliar terrain and too young to really be out on their own ...and though he doesn't exactly want to come right out and say it:

he's tired.