Isaac POV
Isaac sat near the window, arms crossed, watching Emily and Alice as they moved around the backyard, checking over their gear for the third time.
They wanted to make sure everything was prepared before leaving.
Emily's short platinum hair bounced as she flew around.
Alice, quiet as usual, adjusted the strap on her backpack.
Her long blonde hair was tied into a low braid today, and her red eyes scanned over the weapons they'd laid out on the table in front of the jeep.
Tyr was waiting near the gates.
His bark-like skin gleamed faintly in the sunlight, and one of his hands still had soot stains from the smithy.
He'd been there early in the morning to train.
Now he stood silently with an axe strapped to his back.
The axe wasn't a masterpiece, but it was definitely made from the unique metal Try could create.
Professor Catherine was going with them as expected.
'Everyone is going to the wilderness today.'
'Can I go too?'
