For hours they trundled through the forest, as they advanced Ryo marked the bark of tree with his claws every few feet to avoid losing their way. He checked to make sure Dark was close, who scuffled behind -bow in hand- listening to the bird calls.<br/>The forest felt neverending, the Wolfrum faction was a pastoral sort, almost primitive compared to the factions in the south. The land mostly consisted of wood and sheep, the inhabitants attacked with farming tools and trained animals, even the children fought by throwing stones. They climbed over a fallen tree and found an even path.<br/>“We must be close, the bugs are getting feistier,” Dark commented, swatting away large persistent insects and slapping his flesh.<br/>“Come here,” Ryo pulled Dark closer; his transparent arms acted as a blockade for them both, Dark felt as though wrapped in warm rubber.<br/><br/>Emerging from the woodland, they approached a small village. They exchanged glances and continued cautiously, the faction were not known for their warm welcome, they silently agreed that this visit would be a quick one.