Gril looked down at his arm. He’d forgotten about his injury. His focus had been on finding the female.
Madas, he thought.
He had been surprised when she had answered him. Her voice had washed through him like a warm summer rain cleansing the sweat from his body. She sounded young and unsure, yet the skillful way she moved through the forest and these mazes of rocks contradicted that perception.
“I had a rather unpleasant encounter with a black hairless beast who wanted to eat me,” he stated.
“They are called the Black Shadows. They are hard to see because they are small, but can be deadly,” she informed him.
“Now you tell me. Is there any secret moss that will keep them at bay?” he curiously asked.
Her laughter echoed all around him. It was warm and sweet. His lips instinctively cur
