Caliber Rounds
Regulus Anatolii Adravendi |
He crashed through the river, glad to find a shallow area. He’d left his warning with his sister, and he hoped she’d heed it and keep the children, though they were mostly yearlings by now, well insulated from the borders for however long it took to sort things out. Marina’s information had been valuable. There were two up there, and he had a general idea of how to go about this all. But first he had to catch up with Justice before she could walk into a possible death sentence.
He lengthened his strides, back into a run, pushing himself and not pausing as he sent up a low howl to the yearling. Her scent was fresh enough to mean she would be close enough to hear a muted call, so he didn’t raise his voice too far beyond what was needed to carry to her ears. He just needed her to stop and wait for him.
Either way, he kept up his ground-eating run, barreling through the land until her dark form came into sight. He slowed to a stop, taking a moment to breathe before he cast her a glance. “Very glad I caught up with you,” He remarked dryly before gazing around at the surroundings. A low stone barrier spread across the way north, a broken section providing a main path through to the northern lands. He sniffed at the air, testing for the male’s scent and finding nothing particularly fresh.
“There may be real trouble ahead.”
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