Prologue 6 - Scent of Battle

The river seemed clear today as we paddled across, half our number at a time so as to constantly be watching the trees for danger. Once on the other side we began to move more slowly, more cautiously, as I dictated the pace. The sun could be seen clearly above from the banks of the river. It was still only a couple of hours after midday, and I planned to be back with the rest of our Pack before the sun had even begun to set. If everything went smoothly, that was.

Rufias turned our party slightly north after crossing the water. I trusted fully that he knew where he was going, and wrote off his occasional pauses as purely cautionary. Without a word being shared, all of us were more on edge now. Crossing the river was stepping over an invisible boundary, now, where before it had been nothing other than an exercise in swimming.

We continued for half a mile before