Page 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 It was well past noon when Kormok knelt in front of where Vanesse lay, her limbs a tangle in Wraith's fur. The wolf didn't seem to mind the affectionate touch, and glared at the hunter, as if betrayed, when he knelt to gently move the elf's shoulder. "Vanesse," he whispered quietly. Kormok left her to awaken on her own, and stood to collect the supplies that had been scattered and hidden throughout the cave. "Good morning..." she said with a yawn. "I take it we're going to be starting the journey soon?" "If we are attacked, take cover. And if you must, use this."