Hunting for NightHunters

Just then Hunter scampered up to us. “I got his line.”

“Which way.”

“Headed North.”

“Toward the WildWood?” Vanquish asked in surprise.

“He must be thinking if he can make it there, we won’t follow him in.” Racer suggested.

“We can’t.” Vanquish agreed. “Not with the wolf-hunting-Roamer there.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A troll. I think.” Racer murmured.

“A giant. He hunts anything with fur and ears that seems like it might be a wolf.”

“Why?”

“It’s said that a vicious mage cursed him to forever be trying to destroy the Moontower Mob.”

I gave him a questioning look.

“Really?” Vanquish groaned.

“Memory loss.” I tapped my head pointedly.

“There was a castle beyond the WildWood-”

“It’s still there.” Hunter injected. “I’ve glimpsed its ramparts now and then.”

“Truly?” Even Racer looked surprised.

And he’s usually the historian amongst us.

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