Chapter 22
The last of the carcasses was stored away. Hart brushed a forearm over his face, inadvertently leaving behind a streak of red. He had stripped off his shirt, and his arms were covered in blood almost to his shoulders. Hart wasn’t affected by the gore, accustomed to it as he was from his youngest years, but both Bar and Dayne swallowed heavily and looked away.
There was a small stream nearby, He knelt beside it, scrubbed the blood off his arms, then dried them with his shirt. Before he could return to his brother and Dayne, a trilling whistle caught his attention, and he spotted the corvid Kes had sent after him. He held out his arm, and the corvid came to rest on his forearm.
“Have you found Kes, little sister?” he whistled as he stroked the soft feathers of its head.
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