"You." The demon finally turned towards her, with a tone that betrayed no emotion, "Aren't you with them? Why warn me?"
Only then did she lift her head to glance at him, quickly lowering it again: "Esteemed gentleman, I am not with them. My siblings and I missed our lodging last night and were pursued by a wolf pack, so we came here seeking refuge by the fire, little did we know they were not good people!" Curiously, the demon's pupils were dark red, barely visible in this pitch-black night.
"Our horses are still tied over there." Following her gaze, the red-clothed demon looked and indeed saw several tall horses beside an unmistakable aged and frail horse. This old horse was kicked several times by the powerful ones of its kind as soon as it arrived at the camp, so it had to stand off to the side, now cowering with a drooping head, listless.
