14. The RaidAndor and Mharcus travelled until dark. They found a sheltered spot in the trees to stop for the night, and Andor slept deeply, tucked into the heather under the Cat-Sidhe’s watchful eye. The next morning he awoke fresh, but with a rumbling emptiness in his stomach. He tried to ignore it as they set off again, but every step seemed only to make it worse.
“I don’t suppose there’s any food nearby?” said Andor eventually.
Mharcus leapt onto a raised tree root and turned to face him. “The never- ending human hunger.”
Andor shrugged. “I can’t help it.”
Mharcus c****d his head, the tip of his tail flicking absently. His eyes took on a slightly faraway look. Andor wrinkled his brow and crouched down a little to look into the Cat’s face.
“Mharcus?” he said uncertainly.
The Cat-Si
