"You seem to be fairly fine."
Said Blaz to Celene as he halt both her and Rhosyn from entering the battle to see the capability of their company of troops.
"By what?" She confusedly stared.
"All the lycans around us."
At that moment they saw all the now transformed lycan butchering the trapped tribesmen with their sharp wolf claws.
"Well… you can't keep running away from your past." There was a bit taste of bitterness in her smile.
"When is your birthday, Celene?"
"20th of Aardmaand (4th of 12 months), why?"
"I see." Blaz went calm. "You're 36 (18 in human age) in just a month."
"Is there anything wrong, Blaz?" Celene didn't quite catch what he meant.
"Nothing." He immediately shrugged it off. "Come! Let's head to Mound Aerea before the tribesmen destroyed my wall."
"U-understood."
"Don't worry Celene, he meant well." Said Rhosyn with a smile as she followed the young man running north.
