Love mends even the broken parts
Following Weaver, Loren rolled his neck, enjoying the quiet stroll while it lasted. From what she explained it probably wouldn't remain quiet for long. "Got it. Listen for women crying or singing." Brow furrowing, he glanced around at their surroundings. As he did, he strained his ears for any sign of a banshee.
However, he found himself growing a bit impatient, which was perhaps not the best mood for a hunter to be in. Giving her a curious look, he tilted his head to one side. "Think I should take to the sky? I might be able to spot one from up there." This was her hunt, though, and he'd follow her lead.
However, he found himself growing a bit impatient, which was perhaps not the best mood for a hunter to be in. Giving her a curious look, he tilted his head to one side. "Think I should take to the sky? I might be able to spot one from up there." This was her hunt, though, and he'd follow her lead.
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