Lucian had no problem keeping up with the... werewolf. Such an odd thing to wrap his mind around, but it was getting wrapped all the same.
This was better than being dead. Running at full speed with a distant kinsman. If only Sonja were here, but he had not given up yet. He would not until he had explored all of this world.
He stopped right behind Jason, looking around and breathing in. "Even in here, it feels off," he commented, before looking back at the werewolf. "I'm not sure which question to ask first."
An admission of doubt was a rare thing coming from him.