Two Rivers Isle What if the Storm Ends

Ulrich nodded at her words. All right. I'll go back and hide somewhere in the brush. He wondered how well he would remain hidden, however. It was winter, and all the brush was leafless. Still, if he settled down behind one and held still, perhaps he could get away with it.

Just... be careful. As I said, weasels are vicious creatures, and once it knows it can't escape, it will attempt to attack us. We must kill it quickly or risk its claws and fangs. The waiting will be the worst part. It could take hours. Just sit tight and try not to let your thoughts wander too much. We'll only get one chance.

Ulrich came forward and kissed the top of Adylaide's head, and then spun around and went off to hide. Had the kiss been too much or not enough? He did not know. He found a spot near the den but hopefully far enough away and settled behind the bare branches of a bush. Leafless as it was, he could see well through it to watch the den opening.