The Sentinels Boarfish

Crickets hummed their song while the sound of the waves softened. Deeper into the Sentinels the young hunter traveled, trailing after the smell of pig. The young wolf’s ears swiveled, heightened by the hunting drive to capture signs of any sound in the forest. It was not sound that drew his gaze toward the stalking woman. It was a momentary flash of moonlight against a glinting orange eye.

Swordfish stiffened before hunkering down, low to the earth where he held his frame as still as stone. The darkness did well to conceal the other wolf. Her scent was faint and the bear-hunter thought it only accidental that they might cross trails. The cursed words of Lestan hummed in his head.

Could this be Blossom?

A quiet chuff sounded out, revealing the young hunter.