Third Person
Moonfang was only a few miles away. Rain could already smell the rain-soaked earth from there. His men stopped for thirty minutes to catch their breath. Food was distributed with water, but Rain couldn't bring himself to eat or drink anything. His hands couldn't stop trembling; his wolf was on alert, as if he could tell something awaited them on the path ahead.
The curtains on the side where Caleb was were drawn, letting the breeze blow within the carriage.
"My prince…" Caleb called out, his voice soft and calm.
Rain turned to Caleb but said nothing. His eyes just settled calmly.
"You have to eat. Malov reported you haven't had anything tangible since last night, and you can't go on like this."
Rain sighed and leaned back. "I can't," he whispered. "I don't feel like it," he added, his eyes turning toward the opposite direction, carefully avoiding the conversation.
Captain Caleb didn't push harder. He turned and continued with the guards.
