The forest path was quiet. The only sounds were the muffled thud of hooves and crunch of boots over fallen leaves and small stones. Lucien walked ahead, holding the reins of his horse. Zuri and Zephyrion followed a few paces back. No one spoke as they crossed the border stones that marked the end of Lycanthria's territory.
Since they left Lycanthria in the early hours, Lucien had not spoken. His face was set in an expression that gave nothing away. Zuri watched him from behind, noting the set of his shoulders and the way he held his head. Zephyrion walked beside her, his usual restlessness held in check by the heavy silence. She glanced at Zephyrion, who shrugged slightly. They both knew why he was quiet. His thoughts were still in Lycanthria. More specifically, they were with Aveloria.
