Neveah's eyes were narrowed in focus, fierce winds howled all around them, signalling the beginnings of a storm.
The chilling cold wind whipped through her hair as Menarx soared over the forest at blinding speed,
Neveah ducked low to navigate the tumultuous winds that had begun the very moment they took flight.
It was hard to see far ahead of them, the shadows sung by the dark fairies seemed to trail them on all sides and the howling wind was of no help either.
"It's dark, hold tight." Menarx thought to Neveah as he surged forwards with even greater speed.
They soon caught up to Cassian and they had only gotten a short distance away from the camp when Neveah sighted a silhouette in the distance.
It was a mass of shadow that moved so fast, Neveah was not even certain she had seen anything at all.
Neveah squinted slightly, letting her wolf rise to the surface to amplify her senses.
