The moon is high when the howl pierces the quiet of the forest, low and mournful. If either of them were asleep, it's probably loud enough to wake them from their sleep.

By the time both Ferdinand and Flayn are out of their tents, the fire is already being tended to...by a rather familiar Emperor. Her shaggy wolf spirit lies curled at her feet, though it does open a lazy eye to regard them as they come into view.

"Ah, good evening." Edelgard tells them, throwing more kindling onto the fire. "Apologies, I'm afraid my companion got a little excited when she finally picked up your scent. I can't say I blame her, of course." She looks over her shoulder. "The two of you have been rather hard to get in touch with the last few days."