Remus was the first to leap out of the flock and race towards Arabella. Thankfully, he learned his lesson and halted right before collision only to very carefully wrap his hands around her middle.
She just stood there smiling down at him and petting his hair as his cheek remained glued to her stomach.
Silas did not look particularly amused but said and did nothing other than side eye him.
"Shall we go then?" Cynric's voice made the ground beneath her feet rumble.
First in line, at the center of the wolf people that came along to greet their guests at the border of their territory he was.
"Thank you for receiving us," Persephone gave him a graceful nod.
Silas had made sure to have someone light their way up until that point once out of the carriage, but the torches they all brought helped her gemstones tell the rocks and holes on her path apart better.
It spared her poor ankles a lot of twisting and unnecessary bending.
