The two continued to fight even after the prey had gone. Eventually Cade fell to the ground, a think, dark blue liquid dripping from the holes in his side. The female hissed at him, a warning that should she fight him again she wouldn’t let him win. Once she was gone the younger daemon struggled to his feet, turning to look towards the wall. There was a stretch of wilderness between where the city ended and the wall stood. A stream, now frozen in the winter cold marked the official end to their territory, unlike most believed the wall to be.

Still he could not tell where the human had gone. Her scent was gone with the wind and snow and her footprints covered over. He began making his way towards the wall, slowly, limping on every forth step and leaving a trail of blue blood behind him. She may have made it. She may have not. He was determined to find out. Leaving the stone of the city behind him he entered a maze of dead trees, which offered no real protection from the cold, wind or snow. Eventually he made it to the river, now snowed over too he could still tell where it lay beneath the white powder; the territory ingrained in his mind as deeply as breathing.