Our second world- Book two: War is coming

Chapter 28

~Silver~

He woke up earlier than usual the morning they were planning to leave. Glancing around at the near full barracks, he could see only the forms of sleeping soldiers through the dim light of the room. It was large, which was good for fitting more than enough bunks for the soldiers, but it was so big that the two small windows on the far wall didn't cover much in terms of the early gray light of the rising sun. On the bunk above him, Radelia was beginning to stir and the triplets were already out of their beds.

After quickly making his bed, Silver got dressed and secured his rapier on his belt before heading out to the hall where he found the triplets waiting along with Major Rosella and her squad.
Not long after, Radelia joined them and the two squads walked outside to meet with Major Elise and her squad. When they first got outside the sun hadn't yet risen, but by the time the two missing members, Haren and Mary, joined them, the sun was fully visible on the horizon.
"You're late." The black wolf, August, scolded the two.
"Sorry," Haren chuckled," I overslept."
"No time for excuses!" Elise called from the, now open, gate," Let's get moving before it gets dark!"
"We're coming!" Haren shot back, leading the way for his squad with Roses' close behind them.
Silver was glad to see that Haren looked and seemed more energetic than yesterday, but as Silver's discovered in the past: Haren was a good actor.
As the sun got higher, the air got warmer and the snow was beginning to melt. Creating brown puddles on the ground that stained their boots with mud as they were everywhere and virtually unavoidable. Personally, Silver preferred mud over snow since mud would wash off and snow was just cold and annoying.
"Ugh! I hate the months between winter and spring!" Aien groaned after falling into a snow pile when he slipped in a puddle," They're always so gross."
"The snow is melting and the ground is thawing. What would you expect?" Elise replied from the front.
"Well, I don't like it." He grumbled.
"Awe. Does the dainty princess need to be carried?" Aimar teased. Aien flipped him off and stuck his tongue out.
Silver walked over to the brothers and knelt down in front of Aien with his back to them and his hands out.
"W-what are you doing?" Aien asked.
"Get on." Silver said.
"What? Why?" He asked again," I mean, I wouldn't expect you to be the one to offer."
"Your complaining is bothering me and your arguing is obnoxious," Silver replied as if it was obvious. Aien was right, though. Silver usually wasn't the one to do things like this, but for some reason, he felt like doing it anyway.
"Ah, an ulterior motive." Aien chuckled, climbing up on Silvers' back," I will graciously accept your offer and will one day return the favor."
"Yeah? Then do me a favor and stop complaining every two minutes," Silver rolled his eyes and stood up, flicking mud off his pants.

"Sure thing," Aien grinned," but I don't think I was complaining that often. I mean I was complaining a lot, but I don't think it was every two minutes."
"Just be quiet for a while," Silver groaned, starting to regret offering to carry the blonde.

"You really are the silent brooding type," Aien muttered under his breath.
"I will drop you." He glared.
"Being quiet." Aien must really have something against mud and walking in it; he was silent now.
After a couple of minutes, it started feeling a little weird with him being completely silent. It was almost like carrying an extremely heavy backpack in the shape of a person.
The sun set on the group putting up their tents and camp. Silver was a little stiff from carrying Aien and was first to sleep for the night.
In the morning, the temperature had dropped again and the ground practically froze overnight. There wasn't any more mud since it all froze, but so did all the water from the melting snow. Silver, like the others, had a hard time cleaning up the camp with all the slick ice on the ground. It took much longer than usual for them to pack everything and start moving. Many with sore bottoms.
Surprisingly, despite their slow pace, the group made it to the edge of the forest before the sun set and made a quick camp. Everyone was tired from the day and went to sleep as soon as they were finished eating.
Silver woke up just as the moon was reaching its peak. He was confused as to why he'd been so suddenly woken when he noticed voices from close by. They were too far for him to clearly make out the words from inside the tent so he decided to investigate. After all, the battle might have ended, but rouge soldiers could still be lurking about.
Careful not to wake up Aien and Aimar, who shared a tent with him, Silver crawled out of the tent and looked around. Through the gloom of the small rays of moonlight that managed to seep through the trees overhead, he wasn't able to see much, but he spotted two human-shaped silhouettes a few yards away from the camp. Quietly, he crept closer to the figures and strained his ears to try and hear what they were saying.
"I've told you already. How many more times are you going to make me say it?"
"I'm still worried about you."
Silver was close enough now to faintly see the outlines of Haren and August facing off with each other. They seemed to be arguing about something, and Silver had a few guesses as to what.
"You have no reason to be. If anything, it's annoying." Haren growled.
August crossed his arms," Oh, so I'm annoying, am I?"
"I hate being treated like I'm incapable of doing anything," Haren hissed, his tail thrashing angrily behind him," I don't want pity. Especially not from you!" There was venom in his voice almost as deadly as the cold glare in his eyes. August flinched at Haren's sudden outburst; he took a step back, eyes wide," Just leave me alone."
"Fine. If that's what you want." Augusts' expression was blank, but there was something other than anger in his eyes now.
Silver was so stunned by what he'd just witnessed.
They never argue like that. What could possibly have happened to cause that?