Leaves and twigs crunched loudly, and Carissa glanced down in time to see Mera stomping towards the road.
“Where are you going?”
Mera didn’t even slow. “Back to the caravan. I’m not going to just lay around and wait for nightfall.”
Elon knelt next to Carissa and picked up her forearm, examining a wound. “Mera, the caravan is miles away by now. We won’t be able to catch up on foot until they stop for the night.”
Mera came to a screeching halt. “So you’re saying we’re going to have to stay the night in the forest?”
“Without food? Or shelter? And with yare wolves lurking about?” She shook her head. “That’s a foolish plan, and I refuse to go along with it.”
When Mera resumed her march through the forest, Elon and Carissa said nothing. Perhaps she should have, but she was too tired to care about the spoiled girl at the moment.