"Ask me later then. I can't get caught with you here. Death knows I gave you that horse." Whisper told him urgently. Fear puffed and turned to the entrance of the tent.

"Be careful, Whisper." He called over his shoulder to her quietly, then sprinted out of the tent and ran out of sight.

Whisper and Death had woken up and set off as soon as the sun grazed the horizon. Torkt's hideout was in view just ahead.

"Have you ever met this demon father?" Whisper asked.

"The name holds it's own records, I haven't heard of this demon." Death answered.

They arrived in front of the hideout. Just as they were about to enter Death turned to Whisper.

"Do as I say, stay out of trouble, don't go far from me, and be careful." He instructed her. Whisper nodded obediently.

"Yes father." Death nodded his head satisfied.