Chapter 105 I'd Follow Her Anywhere

• *Lazlo*
• The morning air is crisp as we slip from the shadow of the treeline, our paws brushing damp leaves, our breath fogging in the dewy light. We’ve shifted early, before the sun crested the ridge, and now we run: two wolves weaving through wild pines, the thud of hooves behind us steady and familiar.
• The trail is overgrown and narrow, just as I remembered, the sort of path only beasts and ghosts follow. I lead the way, guiding the pack horses with occasional glances, keeping them between us like a tether to the world we left behind. Their saddlebags are filled with food, water, clothing and supplies, but they trust our pace now.