Sage
"You are a strange creature." And yet the dragon, huffing as she did through her little nose, could not seem to muster teeth to sink into the comment this time. "Hmph. Well, that should last you 'til the next sunrise, if nothing else. Come along then, spawn of Thor."
Their journey continued with less tension, if nothing else. Sage's eyes and ears still swept across the landscape, she still sniffed at the air and wrinkled her nose in concentration at every little thing, but she spent far less time watching her flank for Thorra's sudden yet inevitable betrayal. Besides, she had larger concerns now.
Like the trail of rotting carcasses, or the piles of old dried bile not far from them, or the unspeakable stench that filled the air now that the mist was so much thinner than before. The hints of sunlight that pierced the veil did the remains no favor.
The druid's hackles were up. "Eat nothing you find here," she hissed out at the thought.
One of the bodies further ahead, a large furred thing similar to a bear, was still moving, in the sense that it was still breathing with chunks taken out of its legs.