Cedric POV
"Nice morning, eh?" Savannah asks over her shoulder, lifting a dark eyebrow at me with a coy look on her face. I shrug. There are other things on my mind than how the morning is, but I don't tell her that.
We're walking through the woods. It's early, I'm not sure what time exactly, but early enough to where there are hardly any humans around. Not that there are many of them trapping around in the forest in the first place. For that I'm at least grateful. We couldn't have picked a better time.
The reason why we're here still annoys me. In fact, I don't know why I let my Beta drag me along.
A ridiculous amount of camera tech hangs in a duffel bag settled in Savannah's arms. It's preposterous, but my second in command has proposed the idea to set up monitors in the woods to scope the surrounding area for rogues. I'm still against technology as a whole, but Savannah insists that I am too set in my ways.