Chapter 419
With her hood pulled low, Lucia stepped onto the stirrup and smoothly mounted the saddle. The warhorse, breathing quietly with flaring nostrils, remained steady beneath her, perhaps because Ian was staring at it from a distance.
"Seems fine." Gripping the reins, Lucia glanced down at him and added, "I'll take good care of it. Thank you."
It was one of the horses left behind after the last battle's casualties. Each of the three supply wagons had four warhorses hitched to them, with additional horses tied to their flanks.
"If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask." The Wolf spoke courteously before turning away.
The Wolf met Ian's gaze and gave him a respectful nod before heading toward another Wolf dismantling tents nearby. The Wolves had returned to their usual quiet, disciplined demeanor—as if they had never been wild, ferocious as they were in battle. It was an extreme contrast. Of course, Ian had a good idea why.
"One was already bad enough, but now there are two." Diana let out a weary sigh beside them. She had her horn bow slung over one shoulder as she finished her preparations.
"Complaining after you've already got everything you need, huh?" Ian scoffed lightly before climbing onto his black warhorse.
With its strength completely recovered, the beast let out a relaxed, deep breath. Ian idly ran his fingers through its ash-gray mane as he surveyed the nearly packed-up campsite.
As expected, taking things down faster than setting them up.
Unlike previous encampments, the Wolves had constructed multiple small tents using thick, dark cloth and wooden poles—materials they had been carrying in the wagons since entering Drag Velga. Of course, Ian's group was assigned one as well.
The two Wolves carrying away the last of the fabric and poles had dismantled that very tent. It hadn't been spacious by any means, but it was enough for the three of them to lie down and rest.