If Roxy had known that traveling in a covered wagon with two pre-Rut apex predators would be like trapping herself in a sauna with ticking time bombs, she might have asked the System for a teleportation scroll.
Syris didn't come because he was hibernating and chose to sleep in his room and protect the cabin.
The journey had started well enough. They left the Iron-Wood under the cover of the midday sun, the wagon piled high with furs, dried meat, and weapons.
But as the day wore on and the sun began to dip, the atmosphere inside the canvas covering shifted from "family road trip" to "suffocating tension."
The wagon was cramped.
With the triplets sleeping in a makeshift crib strapped to the side, and Drax curled up on a pile of furs, there wasn't much room for the adults.
