Rojan brought out the compass from his pocket and read it.
The hands rotated along the cardinal points and settled on the west pole. Urging him to go left.
He had been following this direction for the past ten days. At least he knew it was ten days because of the compass, indicating to him that 24 hours had passed.
As for the climate of this planet, it was a never-ending night sky. No sunrise in sight, every time he had roused from his sleep hidden behind a boulder or a small rock enclave, it was always night.
He had been following the direction of the dragon's remains because he knew that she would be somewhere in that direction.
The Jaguar shifter leader had probably saved her from the enclosing horde of ghouls because he wanted something. If his aim was to kill her, he would not ha
