They’re miles into their adventure — Cupid has no idea where this place is, and relies entirely on Roarke to guide them. It leaves him anxious — but there is this… comfort in that he isn’t alone, shouldering the responsibility of it all. Taking Riptide from Witchlight had been a necessity in the way this was, yet it feels entirely different, too. There’s a subtle excitement that buzzes under his skin, and something extra, considering this isn’t just some random destination they have in mind. It has meaning behind it.

But that doesn’t mean everything slows down into a lulling, easy time.

Cupid is used to the traveling, and he knows Riptide is, too. And none seem too bothered, but he’s got a healer’s mind and a doting personality that he can’t just switch off. So in the morning before everyone else stirs, he gives a kiss to his partners and strides into the barely there sun. The frost on the forest floor and the visible breath leaves him shivering at the sudden lack of warmth, but he wants to scout and see if there is anything that might’ve survived the freeze.

They needed the pick-me-up and herb supplements. Their group is decent in size, but that doesn’t mean weight isn’t being shredded.

He treks with earthy brown and grey eyes set into a stern mission — roaming low, so he might find exactly what he’s looking for, as he passes tree and bush.

Rustle!

A startled halt leaves Cupid posed with both dark ears flipped towards the noise; eyes wide, and paw stopped mid-step in the air. He takes a sniff — smells something babyish that tugs at him. {“Hello?”} Rough with sleep, yet quiet in volume, he returns his paw down and peeks curiously towards the bush.