She quickly withdrew her hand, cursing inwardly. She had wasted incredible amounts of time on nothing. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Ragnar, who was still perched on the top of her head. "No matter," she said, taking a deep breath. "We will just have to start over again. Do you mind...?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF"><span style="font-family: English;">"Of course not,"</span></span>the falcon replied as he flew from her head and landed on the ground. A golden light surrounded him. If you looked carefully, you would be able to see his legs grow longer, his brown feathers turning into grey fur, and his beak transforming into a muzzle. In the fraction of a second, the peregrine falcon had turned into a wolf, the only resemblance being his uncanny blue eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: English;">Ragnar glanced down at a paw, wondering when it had been the last time he had changed into something else than a bird. The changes were quite dizzying - from relying on his sight, he now had to use his sense of smell and hearing to guide him. He began sniffing around the trees in the approximate direction the girl had gone. It wasn't very long before he picked up her trail, or at least <span style="font-style: italic">a</span> trail. The would just have to hope it was hers. He turned to look back at Ãsta with a - literally - wolfish grin. <span style="color: #4000FF">"What would you do without me?"</span> Turning back to the scent, he began jogging in the direction it was going while always keeping his nose on the ground.</span><br/><br/>Ãsta smiled back at the wolf. "I don't know, Ragnar," she answered as she picked up his pace and was half-running next to him. It didn't take long for her to realize that the odd, rude man had gone in the exact same direction as the red-head.<span style="font-style: italic">They definitely have something to do with each other. But I really don't hope I run into him again. I'm not sure I could keep calm around him.</span>She was lost in her own thoughts when out of nowhere, Ragnar stopped. He turned to her, whimpering.<span style="color: #4000FF"><span style="font-family: English;">"The - the trail stops here."</span></span><br/>"But it's in the middle of nowhere!" she blurted out. They were standing in a small, completely deserted glade. Nothing but trees all around her.<span style="font-style: italic">Where did she go?</span>She went around the edge of the glade. If she narrowed her eyes, she was sure she could see something flickering in the middle, like the air would sometimes flicker above the ground on a very hot day - or like the way objects concealed by Light would switch between visible and invisible uncomprehendingly fast. Something rather large. She began approaching the flicker cautiously along with the demon with outstretched palms. A smooth, cool surface stopped her in her tracks.<span style="font-style: italic">There are Crotyre here!</span>A wide grin spread across her face. Using her hands to guide her around the wall or whatever it was, she looked for an opening, only a few moments later discovering a wooden panel that was either likely a door or a window. Taking a deep breath, she knocked a few times, still smiling. It had been months since she had last seen other Crotyre.