The footsteps were rapidly approaching as though the owner was running, fast. Listening to the frequency and sound the footsteps made they all concluded that it was human but it didn't mean they could let their guard down.
Cassian's shadow spread outwards cautiously. Yander's hand tightened around her sword.
Then, a figure emerged through the trees.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and with familiar golden hair partially covered by the hood of the cloak he was wearing.
'Caius? What a coincidence this is'
His clock was torn heavily in several places while dried blood stained the sleeves near one arm. A massive great sword rested across his back.
The moment Yander saw him, her calm expression cracked slightly for the first time.
"Caius?"
He stopped walking. His eyes lifted towards her quietly and for the first time since meeting Atheline, Yander seemed to visibly relax.
