Was it sad that Jackal was happy that they decided to leave? While he did hate his parents for never leaving him alone, he did also love them because, technically, they are his parents.

He had been asleep when Mallow shook him a little. "Come on, let's go. Before I get guilty for waking you up." She whispered. Jackal had fallen asleep with his eye-covering on—like he would take it off when Spectrum was roaming around his house—so he could tell by the darkness that it was in the middle of the night. He slowly but surely got out of his little bed, and looked around for the other two.

"Are Caldera and Spectrum already outside?" He asked.

Mallow gently guided him with an outstretched wing, which he didn't need but guessed it was habit. "I told them to go ahead and see if there's another way." Mallow replied.

"What happens if Spectrum decides to attack Caldera while no ones looking?"

"Then I hope the poor thing knows how to fight."

It wasn't the best answer in all of Pyrrhia, but it was an answer. Jackal unlocked the door as quietly as he could, and opened it. The two walked outside into the surprisingly cool desert air. Jackal didn't protest as Mallow guided him. Quite frankly, he was still to asleep to fully be able to concentrate on his surroundings he could see.

It didn't take very long for them to catch up to the other two. They were still in the town, trying to get supplies without waking the sleeping sales-dragon. Caldera paused when she heard Jackal and Mallow, and she turned to them and said, "Help?"

"What are you trying to get?" Mallow asked.

"Tent supplies." Caldera replied.

"We could've brought my parents' stuff." Jackal said. "That way they would think that we walked away to help Spectrum, not be kidnapped."

"Then they would've noticed and feel compelled to find us." Mallow pointed out.

Jackal didn't bother responding. He walked closer to Caldera and easily grabbed a tent-making set. He also grabbed a few sacks to place it and food in. Once he was fully stocked with everything the four would need, he flicked his tail slightly. "Okay, let's go." He said. He looked over at Spectrum. "Do you have any ideas on how we can get through the Mud Kingdom without being noticed?"

"I'll tell you when I do." Spectrum muttered. "But I make no promises."

Jackal grunted, then started walking. He looked back to make sure everyone was following him. Caldera was the closest, then Spectrum, then Mallow was the farthest from him. One of the first good moves you've made in the past week, Jackal thought. He looked ahead of him again. He didn't really like the idea of Spectrum being behind him, but he had to deal with it for now. If she made even one small move, Mallow would be at her neck immediately. That was the good thing about having Mallow as a friend—due to her rough upbringing and dark history, she knows how to snap a dragon's neck or two. Jackal himself knew how to fight, having taught himself once he was able to see a little bit. But he still had precautions, like how he enchanted his tail so then if he stabbed someone that was his friend, then it wouldn't take effect, or if he stabbed someone who did mean him or his friends harm, then it would take effect. He also made it so then the poison took longer than normal to settle in and kill a dragon, since he didn't want to straight up kill someone.

The small group traveled on throughout the night, none of them really speaking much. All of them were lost in thought, if Jackal had to guess. The wind brought a warm draft of air, and as the sun started to rise the quartet stopped.

"Let's set up the tent now, then rest." Jackal suggested. "That way we can start moving again when it gets cooler."

"Sounds good enough to me." Mallow said.

Jackal pulled out the tent set from one of the bigger pouches, and started setting it up. Caldera helped a little bit, or at least tried to, and Mallow and Spectrum silently grunted to one another.