Kane threw himself from his horse as he rode into the pasture before the Training Grounds. Racing to the gate, he yelled at the guards to open it. They lowered the barrier and he took off running into the Training grounds.
Each person gives of a distinct heat signature to a Fierous, which Kane was, and Kane knew Kylara's signature as if it were his own. He could see the heat trail she'd left behind winding away through the vegetation. He followed it at a run.
"Don't let her be dead," He thought desperately.
Ishmael was blessedly silent. Whether he was angry or worried, Kane didn't know, but Ishmael attention was fixed ahead of them on a rapidly cooling collection of warmth.
Kane ran faster.
He broke through the trees into a clearing and froze. The clearing was filled with the purple and gray furred corpses of at least a dozen scavenger monsters.
"Keep going!" Ishmael ordered.
Kane recovered and kept running. The sounds of fighting soon reached his ears.
