One moment he had been on the misty mountain, staring out at the foreboding clouds in the distance, the next he was here, closer. A vision in truth, was he really here or was it just his spirit? His eyes followed the clouds down, down, to the ghostly figures.

It's always ghostly figures, why does he always see formless spirits? Why can't it be solid for once?

The young seer half huffed in his frustration as he made to approach the clouded figures, surprise stopping his paws briefly when he spotted Valeska and Wardruna. The lanky yearling stared for a moment, he had been thinking of going to find the two for weeks now, and here the gods delivered.

But first, these spirits.

Vitus resumed his approach of the cloud formed creatures, head high and unafraid, determination in his steps.