During one of his furtive glances he thought he saw a glimpse of a white dress disappearing behind the bushes just out of the corner of his vision. He tried to swivel his head around and locate it again, but he didn’t catch it until he started to look away.
“There,” he muttered, catching sight of the white fabric disappearing behind the leaves again.
“Hush,” Kitalia warned, still trying to think of a way out of the situation.
Without really thinking about it, Kre started walking towards the spot where he thought he last saw the blue-eyed lady vanish. Kitalia had very little choice except to follow him in hopes that he wasn’t getting them both into more trouble. Truth be told, she had very little else in the way of a plan, so following him seemed to be as good an idea as any while she thought something up. At least didn’t appear to be heading closer to the source of the sound so she counted that as a minor blessing.
As soon as Kre stepped around the set of tall bushes he caught another flash of the white dress, this time it was ducking under a large fallen tree propped up against a boulder.
“This way,” he whispered, moving faster now, intent on catching up with the mysterious lady.
“Where are you taking us?” she hissed back. Another set of howls echoed through the woods, loud enough to make Kitalia believe that they would be set upon in a few minutes.
When she got no response, she tried to maneuver herself to get side by side with him. “Hey,” she called out in a soft, yet still harsh tone. “I understand you might be losing it here, but care to fill me in on what you have going on in that little Tehynshin head of yours?”
“Following a friend,” Kre muttered in response. It was almost an automatic response. It was much too unemotional for Kitalia’s peace of mind, especially coming from someone as generally wholly incapable of controlling his emotions like Kre.
She fell back a moment, unsure of how to respond to this change in Kre’s behavior. She watched as he ducked under a partially fallen tree and then he paused, scanning frantically about.
“What is it Kre?” she asked somewhat hesitantly, unsure of how to handle this new side of his personality.
“I lost her,” he muttered again, with the same deadpan tone. “She was just sliding through here, but I can’t see where she went next.”
“Who?”
He ignored her and kept scanning, taking tentative steps out and then back. “Hells,” he muttered. “Where did she go next?”
Kitalia ignored his seemingly self-mumbling and took her own look around, hoping to find a defensible place to at least make whomever it was that was hunting them work for it. She knelt down near the base of the fallen tree and ran her fingers over a shred of white silk caught on the bark there.
“How did this get here?” she murmured to herself.