10-19-2021, 11:31 AM
Quicksilver pressed on swiftly into the fog and through the night, keen to cover as much ground as his muscles would allow. He paused regularly to send his voice skyward to keep the stranger on the right track, having almost accidentally crossed into territory that belonged to unfamiliar pack. There was no time to pause and investigate, for not only did someone need help but he absolutely did not want to be caught loitering around lands belonging to someone else. So on the druid went, and as he paused at the edge of a lake to look out over its moonlit surface, he realised he'd never come this far South from Vanderfell before.
He swept his tongue nervously across an upper lip, and emitted a soft 'woof'. The boy would be close enough to acknowledge it, surely, by now, and Quicksilver's pallid eyes scanned his surroundings for any sign of movement.
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