Hoshor Plains talon

He'd lost track of her scent some time ago. Weeks on the road now, weeks spent tracking a defector whose name had become a whispered legend among the youth of the Glass Cove. The ones still young enough to dream of a different life.

Riverbreak didn't. Not anymore. He kept his nose low to the ground as he walked, shoulders hunched, ears tall and alert. His thoughts were consumed entirely by her. His quarry. To hunt her, he would need to understand her. That was the hard part.