Deepwood Weald there's a hound at your heels

He could breathe once the hinterlands were behind them, and he cast them one final glance before snorting softly, eyes narrowing as he moved along. He was at the rear, guarding them, and his eyes roved from child to child, then to Themis. This had to be the right choice.

But the winds brought scents of other groups, all around. Perhaps that was for the better. Vex wasn't among them, at least. He could relax, now.