Whatever regret filled Rook was countered by the anger that was slowly building inside of him. At this whole situation. Neither of them had deserved this, and Veles had been taken away because of him. Whatever happened, he was determined to find those hunters and return her friend.
But that could not be done unless Ghost was healed of her own wounds. He let her rest and tended to the fire as he ate gently. Rook mulled over the direction they last saw them, and knew they too would be camping right about now.
Rook heard something snap a twig behind him. His hand immediately went to the dagger on his leg, the hunter's knife that had belonged to his father. His heart was already pounding his head, but now a cold fear sank deep down inside. The beast.... He knew it was near, and it was watching him....them...from the dark.
Thankfully, it had been a few hours since Ghost had fallen asleep. He hoped she was rested. His hand gently nudged her shoulder. "Ghost," he hissed to her, as softly as possible. "Wake up. Please."
