The white sheep of the family
Thankfully, Remi ceased his tickling and just burrowed closer around Loren’s neck. Sighing, the Launceleyn continued onwards, ignoring his soaked pants. While he was fully convinced they were just going to get lost, there wasn’t anything the summoner could do to force the other man to take the lead. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. ”You’re going to have to change back when we talk to the Fae, you know that right?” For now, Loren just focused on following the entirely inadequate directions he was receiving from the raccoon.
Will blood tell
