Seraphina got off of Drystan's back after he had set his claws down on the ground. With a flash of light, he too changed into his male form and joined her by her side as the two of them faced what laid in front of them.
Fifty thousand Drakarians, camping in the rainforests by the banks of the river Sagira. Some hiding in plain sight while others preparing for the war that might arrive from the west.
Everywhere their eyes looked, plush green trees met their gaze and Seraphina could hear the faint rippling of the river nearby.
Her heart clenched with pain, knowing that the valley of Sagira was something so ethereal and of religious importance to the people of Frost Kikgdom and it was now being defiled by preparations of war and brutality.
She felt the jolts of loss when she realized
