Porcupine Ridge headfirst for halos

She spoke in an accent thick enough that he had some trouble understanding, but after a moment's thought, he caught the gist. He was to circle and trap the herd to their outside. She was to strike from this position.

Mother. Not child.

Okay, Hex said with a brusque nod, yellow eyes flashing her way before he slipped down the ridge.

He felt as if he was very noticeable, even in the tall grass, but the herd seemed not to have noticed—so far. Still, he kept his body low and his steps light, hoping that the goats did not sense the shadow of death that stalked them at their heels.