The rain outside never stopped, drizzling like needles weaving askew.
It rustled on the leaves, and the ground was all mud.
One step down left a deep footprint.
The air was damp and cold, and the fabric clinging to the skin was uncomfortable.
The road became muddy and slippery, inevitably affecting their travel speed.
Everyone was mentally prepared for this.
Gideon Larkin transformed without saying a word.
His black, shiny mane was drenched by the rain, clinging to his muscles, making him look even more sturdy.
He stood firmly on four hooves, his back wide and steady.
Isaac Vaughn nimbly climbed onto his back, and once seated, he grasped the long mane behind Gideon's neck with both hands.
Wyatt Yardley walked over, picked up the beast skin cloak beside him, and wrapped it around Seraphina Caldwell bit by bit.
He gently pulled down the hood, covering her head, leaving only a small bit of her chin exposed.
