Tave settled into a steady meditation as Fang silently roamed the forest beyond. And through the bond he shared with his shadow wolf, he saw with perfect clarity what Fang saw.
Something's wrong here. I can feel it.
Fang moved swiftly, fluid between the shadows, never touching open ground longer than a breath. The sky above had begun to dim. The soft light of late afternoon gave way to dusk, and then to night.
Sylara's warning wasn't idle servant chatter. Something had killed those scouts. And whatever it was, it hadn't left a trail that elves as skilled as the forest scouts could follow, or survive.
The forests of the Vensalor Kingdom were vast, and their ecosystem deliberately left wild. Creatures of multiple tiers roamed here freely, from Tier 1 to the Tier 5. Forest elves hunted only what was necessary.
They would never tread into areas known to harbor greater threats… would they?
