Porcupine Ridge headfirst for halos

Something happened. The youngsters were disturbed and clung tighter to their parents, and there was a faint rattling sound that echoed off the rocks. The goats were undeniably more on edge, and Hex cursed under his breath, looking for the source of the interruption.

He prowled the perimeter, golden eyes shifting up, down, around. There was a glint of pale gold in his periphery, higher above the herd, and he headed there now, bristling slightly.

A woman, huddled beside a large rock. What the hell— Hex hissed, drawing closer to her and folding himself into the grass. Where did you come from?!