They woke at first light to see the fox had returned and was feasting on the half eaten remains of Oryis’ kill. Oryis barely even noticed him when he picked up the carcass while Eria packed her things. She shouldered the leather bags and patted Oryis ‘neck. Today she would walk, the city wasn’t that far and her legs could use a bit of stretching of their own.
They were about three quarters of the way to the city when guards began to notice them or Eria at least. Oryis’ coat blended in with the environment easily and could not be seen from afar even with his immense size and giant teeth that were sunk into the flesh of the kill he carried with him. Eria stopped and looked to Oryis “stay here,” she said before noticing that the fox had trailed behind picking up pieces of the carcass that had fallen off. Oryis dropped the carcass in a thicket of long grass off the side of the road and began finishing the meal giving no acknowledgement to the canine that