Xarbalte
At the border of the Zrika kingdom, Azriel was seething out anger, scaring everyone around him. It had been six days since he set out for the journey and ever since he left there was this underlying feeling he had that something was wrong and part of him knew it had to do with Dahlia. He just couldn't feel the connection he had with her wolf and not knowing whether or not she was alright bothered him.
"If you keep scowling at everyone, the men will be too scared to do their jobs and we'll have to stay here longer." Lyonne called out to Azriel who was standing by the river bed.
Azriel stayed quiet. He knew Lyonne was right but he just couldn't help his bad mood. As if to pour more vinegar on his already sour mood, he found out they had to stay an extra three days to sort out the issue at hand before they could head back home.