[You're welcome. If there's nothing else for now, I'll be taking a nap.]
She actually manages to pass the entire return trip, including the drive to the wolf village, between her nap, chatting with Kelly and Shawn, and musing on power combos.
"Of the four, Quebec or following the capital appeals the most. Do you have any preferences about it that are not directly linked to mine?"
"I don't really mind following the capital if all of them are about as nice as this one. I'm not attached to a country here, or to having a house. I'll have more chances to meet interesting witches that way too. So following the capital it is."
Then, "I think I'd like to see if riding a wolf is as fun as riding a broom."
"Point in favor of Forks or Quebec, then. But a few miles ought to be enough for now. I'll carry your uniform if we don't just come right back here."
[Ready. Slow at first- I won't fare as badly as a regular human if you accidentally send me flying, but it still wouldn't be pleasant.]
[Okay, it's not nearly as hard to hold on as I expected. I was just a tad worried 'cause I can't use magic to stick to you like a broom. You can keep speeding up unless I say otherwise.]
She'll keep having fun even on the relatively limited running area until he gets tired or hungry, unless that time is several hours from now.
So they go have food, and Gren settles into the rhythm of the village and does miscellabeous work and follows when the capital moves until about a month later...
...When eleven more witches appear around her in the capital compound, holding various antique weapons.
The swordswoman arrests her own swing, they lower their weapons. One asks, "What the hell's going on, Gren, where even are we?
"Really long story. Ten second version version is I started working for some benevolent vampires and the wolf is my bodyguard."
Sword lady says, "Jesus, I thought I'd be leading a rescue mission. Or a body-retreival. Sorry for the violent entry, everyone."
"As you can see," says Bella, "Gren is fine. I'm Empress Isabella Cullen of the Golden Empire. And you are all in my mindreading husband's range, which you may if you so choose stop by proceeding in that direction, down the stairs, and outside any direction you like for a mile."