A single werewolf raced through a mountainous region filled with taiga forests. His clawed feet thumped on the cold, snowy ground with methodical, almost mechanical steps.
His gaze was dull, and pointed straight ahead, his eyes focused, yet unfocused, as if he was trying to accomplish single goal, while constantly wondering what goal that was.
This was Victor.
His mistress had given him the command to scout ahead, and he couldn't even think of a reason to disobey.
He had left Erik and his group behind about two hours ago, while they stayed back and waited for news about Frostvik's current situation.
Two hours worth of distance was enough for them Erik and the others to stay out of Frostfang's grip, should the man still be hanging around the place.
Naturally, Erik had used his link to Nora to hear what she knew on the matter, but it hadn't helped much.
