Bastian traveled faster than before. Being pursued by the storm clouds behind, the wind picking up speed. His mind had blurred into retaining a narrowed focus on the path ahead over the hills, the kingdom in sight. Compartmentalizing the flowing thoughts coming from his head about his wife and children, before the rain started flowing through the skies, both cold and unending. Bastian arrived back inside the stables shelter, before getting his fur too wet, getting off and heading toward the back of the cart.

[color=0072bc]"Please come with me, I don't want you out of my sight."[/color] Bastian said letting out some heavy breaths, quickly grabbing the sack from the crate, holding it tightly in his claw. The stables were nearly emptied compared to when they first arrived, lamp torches were lit to keep the place illuminated, the horse drinking from a trough. Bastian reached his paw out for her to take.