The Bracken Woods there is no absolution for the fallen

A flash of irritation washed over him, lifting his lip with a low growl. His head turned over his shoulder, a glare shot in his direction. “I hope you have not forgotten how to act in front of Heda,” Gavriel reminded the boy before snapping his teeth in front of his face. The older siblings never became too attention to their younger sister and the subsequent litter relationship had only been as Heda instead of their big sister. Having left their relationship long ago, he couldn’t deny he had been a little excited to see her familiar face.

The sky had been darkening for a while and the last remaining bit of daylight could still be used to their advantage. Gavriel slowed his pace, turning to speak to Vercingetorix again. “We’ll stop here for the night.” The older male jerked his head forward, encouraging his charge on, “find us something to eat.”