Camp was made at Korida's Ridge. It provided shelter of sorts from the incessant grizzling of the wind, the mounds and dips would hide the light of campfires from prying eyes whilst night would cloak any rising smoke, and sentries could be posted at several vantage points around the camp. The few injured men could be attended to without haste while the others, if they could, may at least find some rest.
"Also," Hevne confided in Darion, "We must give our new friend time to locate us."
Darion looked confused.
"Bring two trackers," Hevne ordered. "We eat. Then we hunt."
Neville Hunt 25 days ago
I’m confused too Darion, so you’re not alone. I can hear that wind a-grizzlin’, I feel the fear.... great writing in this story Drew.
Drew Martyn 24 days ago
Thanks very much Neville. I'm enjoying doing this, but it's godawful hard because it's not a genre I've read much and I've never written anything like this before. Fun though :)