The following days were hard. Not just for Gale, but everyone. The rain had returned with a vengeance, almost as if keeping the valley path secrets hidden. It annoyed Gale, her mind racing on what exactly could be going on that the beasts were acting as they were. What was causing it?
She remembered hearing stories as a child, and the more she thought about this, the more she doubted that Alerone or the Crone might have had anything to do with it. The Crone, maybe. If it was going on long enough for tales to form, it was something old. Something well established. Gale crossed her arms over her chest, watching out the window near the door. Her sigh drew Broin's attention from the arrows he had been repairing. "Is everything alright?" He asked her, watching as Gale moved a little in her se
