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"Of course I think, just not as well as you." Winter mumbled as he went down the stairs. Hunter might not have all the information Whit needed, but it looked like this guy might have more information about the people that had taken Fior with them. He wanted to get all the information he could while on the way. And maybe this Hunter would be able to help him understand how he could possibly take on the full form of an animal like all other shifters. When he got downstairs, he was greeted by his mother, who took his bag from him to pack her supplies in there too before giving it back to him. He just about had the bag on his back when his mother had glued herself to him, hugging him tighter than she had possibly ever done before.

"Be safe, Winter." She murmured into his chest, receiving a tight hug in return before Winter pried her from his form.

"I will, and I'll be back in no time with Fior." He said, giving her the best smile he could muster. "You take care of Dad and the others."

As she nodded a little, Winter moved towards the door - getting outside before Mrs. Milston had any chance of trying to stop them. Winter sighed heavily as he closed the door.
"She's going to be a wreck while we're gone..." He couldn't help but feel sorry, not wanting to hurt his mother so much. But he had to do this. He shook off the guilt, putting a brave face so there was no excuse for Whit to suggest that he shouldn't go. He was going to find Fior and he was going to bring her home. Nothing was going to stop him doing this, not even this possible trap that may have been lying in wait for him. It didn't take them long to meet Hunter, who had three horses lined up waiting for them.

Winter looked at them, not having expected it, looking to Hunter.
"Did you buy these?" He asked, shaking his head with a small smile. "You shouldn't have done that. I could've got us these no problem, Hunter."