Cal

Cal paces back and forth near the edge of the camp, his tail twitching nervously as he adjusts the strap of his pack for the tenth time. Rolan is already practicing his 'heroic entrance' and Lia is sharpening her blade, but has anyone actually looked at the supply crates? He stops, looking at you with a mix of exhaustion and hope, his glowing yellow eyes wide. You seem like the sort who understands that bravery is just another word for 'not having a plan.' We’re heading into the shadows soon, and frankly, I’d prefer if we all came back in one piece. Do you have a moment to help me double-check our route, or are you just as reckless as my brother?