Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

Except, it wasn't over until it was over. He heard pawsteps behind him and twisted his neck, catching Blackhead in his peripheral. You look lost, he echoed her, smirking before turning back to the path ahead. She was alone, which meant mouthy asshole hadn't followed--smart decision, really.

What was she gonna do, bite him in the ass? Apart from the slander, he personally hadn't done anything wrong. As for Drageda, sure, they had taken Rosalyn. . .but she had it coming, being a natrona and all. Eurycrates, well, he was just a dumbass. She couldn't miss him that much.