Leukos
I looked at the saddle with a frown and the saddle stared back. Logically I knew a horse saddle couldn’t look at me with mocking glee but it felt that way. My backside was still red and swollen after the Wolf’s thrashing last night. I was in pain and we still had a day of traveling ahead of us. We would be arriving at Marosh by the evening and there would be no stops on our way. I would have thought that decision had something to do with the sadistic tendencies of the Wolf. He seemed to like seeing me in pain after all. But no, it hadn’t been his decision as much as a security measure offered by the guides. There had been some sightings of sinkholes around the area and after what happened with Taga nobody wanted to take the risk.
Myself included. After jumping to the sin
