[The storm once they reach the edge of the city is rough. Hail dropping from the sky, visibility-reducing rain, and winds that whirl and gust to forces enough to warp anyone's umbrella hinder them on their way. But the Black Dog presses ever onward, drawn by the pull of its partner's magic, and fortunately the darkness of the familiar makes it more visible in the daylight even through the sheets of rain.
Eventually, all three will end up reaching the pair they're looking for, the two having since abandoned their shelter to make a run for it towards the city.]
You can leap into the other thread whenever you feel ready!
Eventually, all three will end up reaching the pair they're looking for, the two having since abandoned their shelter to make a run for it towards the city.]