Elann’s words gave Aimee pause, as she was ready to shift if there was nothing else but a goodbye and smile. She didn’t expect the Benshira to grow sentimental in what Aimee regarded as idle comments. She truly didn’t care what the others thought, she simply wished she didn’t have to put up with it. In the long run it wouldn’t matter what the caravan goers thought, they would part ways and Aimee would be at home within the next two weeks. All it would do now was alienate her for a few more days until her brother was back on his feet, then the both of them could take to the wilds as they loved. The humans’ opinions would be but an afterthought then.

It was uplifting though, Elann’s words, and how Yahal was supposedly pleased with Aimee’s behavior and personality. Yahal wasn’t a deity that Aimee consciously aligned herself with, but she did seek the appreciation from the gods, whomever it would be.

“Thank you,” she whispered in reply to Elann’s well wishing. She took a few steps towards the exit of the wagon, meeting the gaze of the driver behind their wagon before the man’s fleeted away.

Aimee shifted, the magical flash of light and appearance of mystical dust taking over her form before the sound of four paws touching wood sounded. The wolf took careful steps towards the edge of the wagon, her snout up as she sniffed the moist air, before she leaped down off to the right, a puddle of water sloshing from her impact. The patter of her paws falling was heard for a moment more before the grass covered her advance into the thicket.

Time passed still, evening grew to night and the call for camp was sounded. It was the loud resounding call that woke Noah up finally, and he stirred once more. His lids cracked open and he sought out Elann first, wherever she was in the wagon. If she was still acting as his pillow, he would tighten his hold around her once more, before groaning in the unwant of wakefulness. His own comfort was immense in that moment.