"So, what do we do?" Thorn asked, keeping his eyes fixed forward.
The snow had lessened, falling now in soft flurries that carpeted the already white landscape.
"Hmmn?" Ren hummed in question, his breaths forming clouds in the chilled afternoon air.
"Why are you trying to act oblivious?" Thorn frowned.
"Because they think we're oblivious, idiot." Lilith grinned.
The Seven were no longer in sight, but that meant nothing. They still had their eyes on them.
And Thorn had heard enough about them from Ren to know that those seven cloaked warriors didn't need to be visible to be dangerous.
"They're still following us." Thorn muttered after a long silence, his voice low. He didn't glance over his shoulder, but his attention was totally in that direction. "I've counted three shifts in wind that didn't come from nature."
Ren nodded. "We already knew they'd be shadowing us. Watching to see where we go. Why else have we adjusted our route to look like we're heading to the Ninth Peak?"
