Night has replaced day, no stars or moon are shining in the sky, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore is faintly heard from a distance followed by the sound of noisy insects.
"You are okay?" Andrew stood tall, sitting on a rock sharpening his dagger in the dark.
"Hmm…." Skanes moaned softly, he touched his burnt stomach. "I have to rest for a while more."
Andrew didn't answer, he was busy sharpening his dagger until the sound of friction between the dagger and the stone made Skanes ache.
The two wolves were silent for a moment, both absorbed in their thoughts. The night is getting late and the cold is getting deeper and deeper into the bones.
"What are you sharpening it for?" asked Skanez not liking the silence, he then saw a bottle of holy water being poured over the dagger.
Skanes wanted to guess what Andrew was doing, but he had no idea what Andrew was doing, thinking it was a waste of energy. They can't reach the devil soon.
