Athran nodded. "He's somewhat closer... I can dimly sense him up north, but now I will need your help. I don't know the paths in this forest..." he admitted, peering into the distance.
As he glanced at Julia, he noticed that her clothes were far from well-accustomed for this weather. Without saying a word, he took off his black scarf, and handed it to her. Complicated ornaments adorned the exquisite fabric, picturing vines and leaves, and it was thick and soft, already warmed by his body. He didn't really need it, as his neck was still covered by leather armour underneath.