The group moved slowly through the trees. Five guards forged ahead, clearing the path for the rest behind them. At the rear two crack-shots listened, ears perked, for anything out of place. The flanks kept step and tried not to mutter about the assignment.
In the center four identical kanga stomped along the path with equally stony scowls. Ahsra of the North Cliff Clan had been promised to Iesten of Greenpelt Clan to seal the political alliance between them. The princess did not seem thrilled, nor many of the other Kanga clans.
"It's growing dark. We should stop and make camp."
Everyone glanced at the speaker. He was old, his dark hair slicked back, the brown tints had long gone white. He frowned around at them.
"I don't like walking in the cold."
"We could have been there already if someone hadn't been dragging their feet!"
A small squabble rose from the 'girls', but it quickly tapered out into a weary silence. Thankfully the servants had thought to bring supplies in just this case, a