Frost trotted through the woods eager to get where he was going. The moon wasn't completely full above them but it was bright enough to shine down a bit between the leaves and branches of the trees. Frost didn't seem to need to see where he was going, however. He seemed to just feel it.
Delaney felt like she might be sick from fear. Every noise she heard made her jump and jerk to look around in the direction she thought it had come. Whenever she had traveled this way with Vincent he had moved so quietly and gracefully she knew the only noises were coming from her. Now she sat atop a half-unicorn as he made all kinds of noise without care.
