Alys Glasse
For a moment, Alys debated whether or not she was curious enough to follow. On the one hand, she'd been quite content to sit along the water's edge, thank you very much. On the other, though, she was growing bored and irritated with her sketching, and whatever Deimos had in mind had to be better, right? So it was that she gathered her belongings, stuffed them into the bag she carried at her hip, and hurried to catch up with her mentor-turned-hellhound.
Alys was not well-versed in the flora and fauna of the area; nor was she particularly observant when it came to the markings they left behind. As a result, she was unsure of where they were going or why, but she plodded along behind the wolf-like creature with only a few grumbles. After all, Deimos had yet to lead her astray. In fact, he'd been nothing if not helpful to the young woman. Maybe this was another training exercise, though she hoped he'd turn back human for that. She would have trouble interpreting his meaning without the use of, y'know, words.
Alys was not well-versed in the flora and fauna of the area; nor was she particularly observant when it came to the markings they left behind. As a result, she was unsure of where they were going or why, but she plodded along behind the wolf-like creature with only a few grumbles. After all, Deimos had yet to lead her astray. In fact, he'd been nothing if not helpful to the young woman. Maybe this was another training exercise, though she hoped he'd turn back human for that. She would have trouble interpreting his meaning without the use of, y'know, words.
