I woke the little thing up just before sunrise.
It wasn't happy, no, but we had another frigging forest to cover today before we'd reach the base of the mountain.
And this forest had undead in it. Most of the undead were just rabbits and squirrels though. Brought back memories but I didn't have time to be nostalgic about all this.
So, I just kept on going.
The little thing clung to my cloak like I was its parent or something. I guess undead scared it more than me.
Actually, it wasn't quite scared of me though. I guess it didn't understand that I was also an undead- but oh well. Or maybe it just thought I was necessary for its survival and adapted to the whole situation?
Speaking of the undead- they also left us alone.
'What the hell is going on?'
Did I have a sign on my back saying 'don't attack this moron' or something?
