Weeks it’s been since he departed from the shores of Elvhenan. Months. Despite all the days and nights he spent searching for the tiniest hints of the sovereign, there were none to be found. No trails marked by him. No wolves knew his name. Nothing.
Garahel’s head hung over over the crystalline water. The squabble of ducks silenced by the squabble in his mind.
This was nothing more than a wild goose chase. Hope had kept him from quitting this game, hope that was nearly faded at this point. Maybe it was about time he return home. But without the sovereign by his side? The island would devolve into complete chaos again if it hadn’t already. Maybe he should keep at it. Just a little longer.
Garahel groaned and shook their head. He didn’t know what he should do.
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