Shadow Mountain here's what I meant to say was how I'd prefer you, cruel, cold and grey

There's a pause between Daighre's words and his own response, a brief apathetic silence. I will, He says when he finally speaks, settling again, realizing Daighre isn't going anywhere. And Zephyr isn't in any state to start traveling again yet — so he might as well rest. He lays his head down over his paws, closing his eyes again, and tries to ignore the blood dried in his fur and the chill seeping into his bones.