Lykos simply pulled out a pale, off white full body cloak, and threw it over his shoulders, the light cloak not heavy enough to weigh him down, but the edge was weighted enough to prevent it from flapping about. Easy enough to hold close with one hand, and the white would keep him from overheating as easily if they needed to conserve spells. Once they arrived at the Parched Lands, he simply picked a direction, as one was as good as any other.