[Third Person].
Dawn found Meredith and Draven on the move again.
As usual, they slipped away while the estate still slept, shifting into their wolf forms beneath the fading stars.
But this morning, Meredith's white form lacked its usual sharp focus. Valmora ran beside Rhovan, yet her steps were uneven—her attention fractured.
She nearly clipped a tree once, then another.
Draven adjusted instinctively, keeping close enough to shoulder her aside before she could collide again.
"Focus," he warned calmly through the bond.
Then, they slowed briefly, running side by side.
"Running is meant to clear your head," Draven said as they pushed forward again, "not cloud it further."
Meredith huffed softly. "Maybe I'm doing it wrong," she replied. "Thinking about my problems instead of ignoring them."
Draven didn't answer immediately, but he stayed close for the rest of the run, matching her pace until the hour finally drew to an end.
