Frey sighed as he weighed his options. He could either carry a semi-heavy bag or love to his reputation and be a brat. However, though it would entertain him, there would be little other point. Perhaps if Frey was kind or at least tolerable, his brother would let him sleep in the woods somewhere. Wordlessly, Frey grabbed ahold of a medium-sizsd pack and tossed it onto his back. "Fine." He said fiercely. 

With a look that could probably kill someone, Frey began following his brother and his dragon. Cassius knew where he was going, and they walked in silence for several hours. How exactly he did it was beyond the troublesome prince. Perhaps he had cleared his mind of all thought. 

But soon the thunder was becoming too much and the bag far too heavy with a grunt, Frey suddenly dropped it. "Whoops." He taunted before yawning. "Should we look for shelter?" The prince asked as he picked the bag back up. While he had no plans of falling asleep, perhaps he could rest his body for a little bit... in a cave, preferably. 

It then began to rain and the prince cried out in frustration. Yup. They would have to take a break, at least for the night. At least the trees above them were a bit leafier and blocked some rain. "Tents..." He murmured as he unbuckled the bag.