Haunted Wood The sun also rises

The thrill of their chase, of the beating in his chest and his paws striking against the earth in his pursuit, it filled the dark hunter. The glimmering of the lantern yellow in his eyes did not leave their mark – the wounded female – and he did not dare glance to Germanicus for fear of losing his delicate concentration.

Elk crashed through the foliage and brush, calling to their kin to sound the alarm. There was danger in the forest, he knew they said without speaking their tongue.

Another snap of his teeth as Crowfeather raced near to the beating hooves of one elk. It bleated in outrage or fear before shifting its course and nearly striking one of the other elk. 


They neared the break in the wood where the river would cut and force their prey to cross or be captured.