The beasts that came to attack him, some did manage to hit and wound more of the moribund savage, although the Jazhara was to be the speck of aid the earth had granted to dismiss such dangers and deathly outcomes. Therefore, none took his life, yet if too strong, solely consciousness would be lost and the beast that accompanied him in the descry of a beloved’s history would guard his recovery so their path could resume. Bringing the hunt the man could not get for his own nourishment… Achieving a pace in their hazardous days within the cold of the weather and the menacing trembles of an alert earth that watched their every step on its ground.
Months were felt as the eternity of her life… and his health for much blood and injuries had been gained like never he had before these travels, started to feel faint the more they advanced. Coming closer… steadily to an end…