We were able to travel back quite swiftly. None of our persecutors could keep up with our four legs, and after I put all of the hound and Isa inside my shadow, well… we were literally leaps ahead of them as I dashed from shadow to shadow.
But even my sturdy self gets tired at some point, especially using my magic like this, and with the possibility of finding trouble in the near future makes me slow down to stop and rest, letting everybody out of my shadow as I go under a tree shade, this being the first moment where we were all able to talk without shouts chasing us out behind us.
"Who are they?" Isaac asks as he settles on the opposite side of me, looking wary at the hounds, presumably his lack of trust in magical creatures kicking in once more.
