Vargoth happened to be up later than he was used to. It was dark and spooky and he would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. His heart pounded in his ears when he saw a dark figure walking up the hill. He watched carefully to see if it was dangerous. He found himself relaxing when he realized it was only Lucky. Why was she out so late?
"Lucky!" Vargoth cried out. She turned quickly towards him as if she wasn't expecting anyone.
Lucky hadn't seen another person for a while, she had changed her schedule to be out in the woods most the day and return to whistlercrest only after it was dark. She was avoiding others as best as she could. Seeing one of her old friends call out to her felt familiar.
"What are you up to?" Vargoth asked as he caught up to her.
Lucky inspected her old friend. He was a lot taller than she remembered. He had grown fluffier, Also seemed to be braver.
"Uh Lucky?" Vargoth looked worried.
"Sorry." Lucky quickened her pace to get away from him. She didn't want to see anyone right now.