Rising from the floor of the gorge, the Lycan suddenly announced, “We should go.” Supposing that this was due to a potential threat, of which she was not yet aware of, rather than a diversion to distract from their argument. Tilla responded by leaning into the vague breath of air circling the fissure in the mountain peaks. However, unable to detect anything other than a fine whistle of wind through the craggy gorge with her own ears; the witch was again forced to rely on the instincts of her companion.Although feeling as though Luther was not yet undeserving of her trust in light of his recent actions. Tilla convinced herself to stand from where they had previously been wrapped up in each other’s embrace. Watching the Lycan recuperate the last vestiges of their affairs from the floor of their shelter, Tilla sighed. Resigned to the notion of resolving their discussion at a later time, she was at least sure of Luther’s desire to spare them both from being mixed up in Antheon’s impendin
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