Yosef wasted no time slipping through town toward their destination. Even though they were completely safe here, his old habits were what made him stick to the shadows of alley ways. He moved quickly and quietly. There were a few ways to go about getting to his old friend, sticking to the shadows was one of the easiest. He wasn’t sure of Kyra’s abilities, and didn’t want to lose her if he were to take an old shortcut.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long before they reached a hut on the other side of town, sitting upon a hill. The fox grinned and shook his head upon taking in the view, “That guy never changes.” There were several trees around it, and a fireplace near one of the stumps. There was also a rock formation around the hut. The formation was unnatural; the hut’s resident purposely set everything up like this.<br/><br/>Looking to Kyra, Yosef said, “Stay here.” He approached the hut and knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. Once more, he received no answer.<br/><br/>His ears picked up the sound of movement approaching him from behind, and he smirked. He should have known. The one trying to sneak up on him lashed out. Quickly, the fox reached for his dagger, stepping out of the way simultaneously, and using his free hand to grab the wolf’s wrist. As soon as he had him pinned against a tree, dagger at his throat, he let out a chuckle. The pinned wolf grinned.<br/><br/>“You don’t change, just as sharp as ever, boy!” He said.<br/><br/>“I should have known you’d pull something like this,” Yosef let out a sigh. “I didn’t come here just to shoot the breeze and catch up. I have a lead on where to find Batya, in the Kingdom of Ghal, and…” he looked to Kyra, gesturing for her to approach. “There’s her. Apparently she’s the heir to Ghal’s throne.”