Emberwood the sorcerer’s apprentice.

Fig was just about ready to give up his search when he turned and saw her through the trees. He’d come across Bronco’s scent some time ago, but it was already fading, and leading away. Unsettling was to put it lightly.

”Fenny!” he called, loping to close the distance between them. He didn’t bother masking his concern, even though everything about her spoke of sorrow and hurt. This was one of those times when he wouldn’t wait until she was ready to discuss it. He needed to know.

”What happened?” he asked softly.