Respect.
Vansel didn't even realize when it happened, but everyone in Mount Diros looked at him differently now. Was it...because he helped them take down two Blood Knights? Did he finally gain their trust or did they finally realize who he actually was trying to do?
He wasn't the stranger they once saw him as. Those glares, those looks of judgement now seemingly eradicated completely.
"Hey, Vansel?" Piers called out, Vansel turning around to see the teenager in his human form, a huge bag pack on his back, wearing a thick white jacket, hiking pants and boots along with a blue beanie. Behind him, a group of twenty werewolf scouts all following the teenager who was accompanied by Mika and Unika, both Red Claws now combat ready again.
