[ Moths. Great. Mako hates following those kinds of winding paths: it's like following Korra's Avatar senses all over again, trusting to something greater than himself and hoping he's led correctly. It's not a plan, it's a guess, and... it's all he has to go on. The Trenchwood is massive, dark and deep.
Into the woods it is. Mako hauls himself up, grabbing for his trenchcoat. ]
Keep her distracted as long as you can. What does she want?
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Into the woods it is. Mako hauls himself up, grabbing for his trenchcoat. ]
Keep her distracted as long as you can. What does she want?