Days pass as they cross through the red forest toward a mountain, for the pocket world's standards. Standing hundreds of feet high, they stop a mile or two away from the mountain.
The wolves refused to go any further, and Kyrie knew the reason for this. They may be strong and sturdy, but his house won't withstand the aftermaths of his fight with the bear. Better safe than sorry.
It withstood well the journey towards the bear's domain and base, to risk it being destroyed in the fight was too much of a liability for Kyrie, and the wolves know that too. "You guys are a handy bunch."
With a toothy smile, Kyrie jumped from the top of his home, joining the wolves who already dropped the reins ready to enter into the beast's maw. He wasn't much further away from them, ready to partake in danger.
