As they watched, a large white figure vaulted over the line of elves, a smaller, darker figure cradled close to it, and ran toward them across the field.
Whoever—or whatever—it was, it moved quickly, bipedal and agile, dodging arrows in the air and holes in the ground with equal ease, until it rounded Isilu's flank and came skidding to a stop in front of the small group. The figure became clear as a white-furred leonin, carrying Kirol cradled close against his chest.
The vampire sat up as the leonin stopped running, a wide grin splitting their face and showing the tips of their pointed cuspid teeth. "Sanar!" they cried. "Oh, I never expected to be this glad to see you."
