Chapter Seven
Prickle
Someone tapped the bottom of her foot. Atty was awake instantly, her Ballock in one hand as she reached for her bow. Above her, Gerenth signaled for silence. She paused to listen.
Faint, but not too far away, there was a rustling noise. She glanced overhead, but the leaves were still. There was no wind to cause the brush to move. She gave the Mutah a questioning eyebrow, but was answered with a shrug. He had no idea what was causing the sound.
Using the tip of her bow, she tapped the soles of the men lying beside her. Long ago, she’d learned not to wake a seasoned hunter or soldier by poking, grabbing an arm, or by any other method normally employed by most people. Otherwise, she could end up with a knife in her belly, or worse. A warrior struck first to defend hi
