Azriel inhaled the scent of fresh pine, as the Elor beast halted in a forest. Ashdeer was already off his beast and helped her dismount hers.
Behind them, Malia and Aranus stood with Wole and Ewol. The latter had flown along their small party and they had traversed a fair distance by now. It was almost evening and the forest here was dense and delightful. They would of course, break for their super before setting up a small camp here. Aranus looked around, cold and watchful, always alert. Malia's head was cocked to one side and Azriel could hear her chanting something. Ashdeer was already patting the beasts, letting them graze along the low grass in the forest.
She turned to him and said, "How far are the tribes?"
"Well, it's another day's journey, so we should be there by nightfall tomorrow. We will camp outside their village and wait for the clan elders to respond to our missive. Malia will take it to them. They will not say no to her."
