Honeyed Pasture take a break

i am on my way

there's a little surprise before supper,
and it cannot wait

He'd been on the move for two days now.

Not two days straight, of course. He rested and hunted voles and rabbits in between. Drinking when he was thirsty, curling up in a comfortable spot when he was tired. But Kraai was trying his best to follow the scents. He'd memorized Chaudry's, and whenever he smelt something similar, he felt a pang of confidence and raced forwards.

On his way to Viskani, now, he wondered if he'd run into any others before he made it to the mountain range. The vale, Chaudry had said. Oh, he couldn't wait to get there! The message played over and over in his brain: that Chaudry's trip would be taking a little longer than expected. To not disrespect Viskani—not that he'd disrespect anyone.

A bundle of joy, Kraai practically bounced within the pasture, heading east to the mountains.