"No, No! Left! Yes, left!"
"Now, head straight and keep running. Slowly."
"Yes… Just like that." Damien sat atop Fenrir, giving commands to the wolf as it slowly sped through the snaking paths of the forest. "Who's a good wolf?" He asked, running Fenrir's furry head as they ventured deeper.
Their destination? Unknown.
Damien felt like taking a stroll through the forest and with a very high ranking Grade Five mana beast by his side, he had almost nothing to worry about.
And since today marked another year of life for him, he was in a really good mood. He felt like nothing could go wrong.
Whatever Grade Five mana beast he encountered were as good as dead within three minutes and of he encountered more than one, he had a back up beast to summon to even the odds.
