Chapter 11
Phoebe glanced down at her meager meal and sighed. Their supplies had run low. The stale bread that she tried to eat did not satisfy her appetite.
“Where can we get more food?” Phoebe held her growling stomach.
“My hunting skills are not as sharp as I would like.” Isabelle ate the last of her bread. “The good news is that we will be at Moscow soon and we can resupply there.”
“We have been walking for weeks. How soon until we get there?” Phoebe stood up and looked ahead down the trail. “I often wished I could fly like some witches. We would have been there by now.”
“I do not know. I’m not quite certain how we’ll find Baba Yaga, but we will know when we get there.”
From behind a hill, the sound of cannon fire silenced them. Isabelle jumped up and started scanning the way ahe
