Walkyr advanced through the darkening forest. His gaze moved from the footprints to the surrounding area. He searched for any hint of movement. Spice had moved several yards to his left. The tiger’s coat helped it blend in with the snow-covered terrain.
His pace slowed as he neared the area where he knew the ship had been. Spice crouched down and stared intently at the cleared area when he stopped. Walkyr surveyed the area with growing unease.
It was obvious that at least one of the men had survived. He turned and sent an image to Spice. The tiger looked at him before silently rising to his feet and disappearing.
So far, he’d only seen one set of tracks leading away from the ship and none leading toward it. He wanted to make sure that Airabus and the High Lord had not returned to this a
