The not-wolves trot through the trees in silence for a while, their focus on the woods up ahead and to either side. This is definitely preferable to the aimless wandering they'd been doing before, but it's proving to be every bit as uneventful in terms of actually finding anything. The trees creak and groan in the wind, and the low mist swirls and eddies into shapes that look as if they might be something, for an instant, before melting away. But that is all. They don't hear, see, or smell anything that would suggest the woods are full of monsters any larger than a squirrel.
"This is silly," Coromotto finally declares, coming to a halt alongside Daine. "There's nothing - not that we can hear or smell, anyway.
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"This is silly," Coromotto finally declares, coming to a halt alongside Daine. "There's nothing - not that we can hear or smell, anyway.