S'ric watched Jaks look himself over. His view was cut off though, which was a little disappointing. And he wasn't too excited when Jaks told him he was ready. And if his elf was ready to go, then that definitely meant that he should be. With a near silent grunt of dismay, S'ric sat up, slid to the egde of the furr, then stood. He was caught off guard a little by what Jaks said next. " The sooner you get going the sooner you can get home..." He mulled that thought over, taking note of the smile, before nodding. "I hate the heat," he admitted before sighing, the tension oozing out of him. S'ric went to the cabinet, pulled two daggers out that he used and handed them to Jaks. "Tuck those in your bag." He couldn't keep them with him when he shifted since his clothes shifted with him... and nothing else. "We're going to keep going until tomorrow morning." S'ric ran a hand through his hair. "I'll carry you for most of it. I don't want to walk."
With that, S'ric made his way to the fireplace, scattering the coals with his hand so it'd go out faster. Then, because he couldn't put it off anymore, S'ric shifted in place. He would be stronger, faster, and with more stamina in this form. Easier to carry with Jaks and his supplied. After shaking himself, S'ric looked at Jaks, tilting his head. Time to go. He passed Jaks and pushed open the door, taking a moment to let the cold pass over him. As though saying goodbye to the cold. Even thought they'd be traveling through it for the jist of the day and tomorrow. With a soft growl, he turned, scooped up Jaks and his small pack, before stepping out into the cold and starting their trek.
When S'ric had places to go, he usually wasted little time getting there. Which meant that he slept little, spent most of the time either running or walking at a very brisk pace, and didn't eat. Which never meant a good thing for the werewolf. It did meant that by the end of the first week, they'd not only got out of the tundra, but crossed the Kilanthro mountains. S'ric also spent the vast majority of that time shifted. The night of the fullmoon, they traveled the whole time. Straight through, so he'd collapsed that next morning. This meant that Jaks had a lot of time to himself, and little to no conversation. S'ric was either too tired after running, too focused on crossing through snow, or climbing the mountains.
He'd planned on keeping this rigorous pace until they reached the Sirantil Valley. There, he'd be able to relax and actually hunt.
