Wolfe runs to his brother, torn between relief and anxiety.
"Wulfric!? Oh gods, what the hell happened to you!?"
His brother collapses just as he reaches him.
"Wolfe, you're here…" Wulfric whispers, looking at him fondly before closing his eyes. "Lock me inside the silver-lined caravan. Don't let me out until you're certain it is me and not Shadow." He whispers before passing out.
Wolfe pales. The silver-lined caravan used to be something meant for keeping prisoners. They never used it, as beings on the verge of extinction, it's the most useless thing in the world for them, for they are trying to find and save their own kind.
The only reason they still have it is because it is huge and they use it as another extra room for carrying goods.
Wolfe would never have thought in a million y
