Phoenix Maplewood First Flight of the White Raven

She hears a commotion in the underbrush behind her. Intuiting that the creature is giving chase, Berserkir resists the urge to glance backward. She focuses on building speed while avoiding stumbling as she navigates through these unfamiliar woods. It’s a treacherous business.

When she hears a series of staccato barks in the distance behind her, Berserkir finally dares to slow down and look behind her. Her tongue lolls from her mouth and her chest heaves as she raises her head, ears pricked. Now she hears coughing. It’s coming from a ways back.

Huffing, she picks up a steady lope. The trees begin to thin ahead and she hears the sound of moving water. Thirsty from the run, she seeks another drink, although she pulls up short when she hits a wall of scents. It’s not the first pack’s border she’s stumbled across in her bid to find her wayward comrades.

Berserkir withdraws back toward the tree line as she deliberates whether to call and ask questions. Perhaps they’ve seen Eventyr or the others. What if that weird animal overhears and comes after her again? She glances at the forest, listening as her heartbeat begins to settle.

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