The first thing that Lazarre had done when they had started their journey was to get proper tools with which to treat Celeste's wounds properly. Even though it might be looking lank and miserable these days, her hair is still too golden and too shiny to pass beyond recognition and so, he makes it his second mission to get her a cloak which she throws over her head. Her height is still incredible but she might as well have been a really tall, slim man. And thus, they had set out.
His senses had heightened as the days had worn by and he had followed the scent determinedly through the day. They had lost the scent a few times and had had to double back around a stream before they had figured out that they must have crossed it. They travel hard and it seems that the people are going much slow
