Once again Lana was glaring daggers at Ares, but luckily she was behind him, still holding his wait with an arm as the oxen carried him over to the nearby fort.
It hadn't taken long to get the oxen ready, they had apparently been ready due to the last time and three oxen were kept at the ready for Ares, who still hadn't begun training with the wolf due to his fever.
"If you move too much and feel faint, tell me." Lana said as she leaned in to rest her chin atop his head. "Otherwise I will have to beat some sense into you."
"Well I'm not sure how to take that…"
"You'll take it happily."
"Not quite what I meant." Ares chuckled as they travelled along the straight path.
Ares had worried what the issue was this time. Perhaps the refugees needed some help? Did they come into a scuffle with the locals? Did part of the fort collapse? Did an army appear at his border? There were far too many things that could have gone wrong, and far too little that could have gone right.
