Since early in the morning, Iris had woken up Thomas and Morgan. It didn't take long for them to get ready. In just ten minutes, the two people were ready, Morgan led his horse and Thomas, who was already sitting on it. At first glance, they looked like brothers getting along well.
"I ... let me be with Thomas!" Alita came closer and pushed Morgan. The werewolf squeaked and walked away quietly, this was what he had been hoping for.
"Alita," Thomas muttered under his breath, his eyes darting to Iris, and seeing that the Witch was conversing with Morgan, he felt disappointment in his heart.
"Yes, what is up?"
Alita got on the horse and pulled the saddle, she chuckled softly and ruffled Thomas' white hair. Finally, after a while, she was able to sit down again and hug Thomas like this.
"There is no one." Thomas looked up and smiled widely, making Alita fondly rub his cheeks.
