Waiting at the entrance was Garrika.
Her long black hair hung loose down her back, swaying faintly with the breeze. She wore a black sleeveless top that revealed the toned curve of her stomach, paired with tight black trousers that clung to her frame. The outfit had a tactical air, as if she were prepared to fight at any moment. But what caught Trafalgar's eye most were the subtle movements of her wolf features: her tail flicked back and forth with a life of its own, and her pointed ears perked high the instant she spotted him approaching.
Her green eyes lit up with warmth. "Hello, Trafalgar!" she called, her voice lively.
"Good afternoon," he answered with a small nod. "Are you ready? We planned to stay there for a few days—don't you need a change of clothes?"
Garrika grinned, shaking her head. "No worries. I have two items for that. One's a night robe, and the other is armor—just like this." She gestured to her current outfit.
Trafalgar raised an eyebrow. "That's armor?"
