In the middle of the square, Frostfang was still keeping guard over Sigurd. At first he'd been annoyed with Erik for his apparent mercy, but after he calmed down a little, he realized that perhaps this was for the best. He couldn't stop Erik from helping Liv recover, and he really didn't want to deal with an angry third-ranker right now.
It was time for the Enclave to get some well-deserved rest.
But he did need those ghouls and vampires to finally disappear from his front lawn. Plus, he was getting tired from standing here, guarding the man he hated most of all.
Thus, when Erik, Liv, and Astrid entered the square, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The trio made their way through the crowd with stoic expressions, while the procession of shapeshifters following them blended into the crowd.
