'Plus she was with Quaint.' Never defended zipping out the door. The tracks where easy enough to follow and he soon found himself near the wide hole Quaint and Rose vanished into. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from the right passageway, he knew if they jumped into the hole who ever it was would see them.
Quaint parted his lips in a snarl. It's dead, listless, devoid of anything useful. An after effect of dark magic, or more correctly, life sucking energy.
He padded on ahead flicking his paws every few steps as if he were treading on filth.



