Hector had been snoozing, apparently, while the pack arrived. Stretched out on the ground, under cooling shade, head supported by his hands. He made general grunting noises in response to Emily's first questions. As time went on, and his People gathered, the Alpha drew himself up with oh! so much effort!
He blinked, shook himself slowly and took in Viola's stern countenance, Chris's rumpled attire and his skin, flushed, from jogging. His eyes rolled onto Tristan, holding them for an instant before his intense stare slid off to one side as if pointing the way.
The Cahalith... giggled... when his fellow Red Wolf wrestled with the Gauntlet as they waited.
"Glad you could all make it. Very glad. Now - I want you all to take a look over there. Tell me what you see. 'Cause I reckon we have a problem on our borders."
He rose and pointed over to a line of small mausolea lining the path. Relatively well maintained with stone facades that seemed to reflect the summer light.
@Emily Makerith
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will eventually be able to pierce the Gauntlet... Somewhat.
With effort the Ithaeur successfully peeks across but what she see's isn't very helpful. The Gauntlet appears much stronger and more rigid than it should be - almost as if a cataract of thick silken strands had been woven across the veil separating worlds. Emily can barely make out the vague shapes of the Spirit Wilds beyond.
In fact, the only reason she can is because the silken strands have been shredded and gnawed at. The barrier is broken, but it will take some time to dissipate.