Fear watched Whisper let go of Scrap as he kept squirming in her arms. She had settled in pretty well. It had been three days since he had brought her here. He wasn't particularly worried, but concerned of what would happen to Whisper if the horsemen came after him again.

"Fear!" Whisper yelled, snapping him out of his doubtful thoughts.

"Yeah?" He called back to the nephilim. A smile curled on her lips as she turned to him. He smiled back in amuesment when he saw Scrap laying on her head.

"Can you make a copy of Scrap with your mist again?" She asked. He glanced up at the little dragon on her head.

"No problem." Fear answered as he stood up from leaning on the tent walls. He lowered his arms as mist flowed out.