Cannon held Ryver by one hand while she held the baby in her other. They still had to move through thick brush, but it was increasingly more difficult with a tiny baby with them. Cannon softly pushed the branches out of the way, holding them so Ryver could step past them. They arrived at a village after an hour of straining through the brush.
Cannon was thankful for the break in the thick vegetation so he could stretch his long limbs. They stepped quietly through the dark, trying not to alert anyone. Everyone seemed to be asleep, so that worked for them.
They both crouched in the bush, looking over a small hut nearby. “Here’s the plan – We’re going to place him on that doorstep, and someone is going to take him in.”
Ryver looked down at the baby. He knew she had attached herself to him
