The cold that ran through her skin this time, had nothing to do with the weather. She hugged herself, trying to find solace in the comfort of the gray vest she had donned herself in, but the light cloth did little. If she had her way, she would have retired back to their tent to find better clothing that was thick enough to fight the chill. It was the ideal thing, howbeit, it would also waste their time. They were warned to ride north, into the deep forest and valley of white sand and back stones. They were warned to hurry or else the injured soldiers would bleed themselves to death.
Bella licked her lips and squeezed the rein gently. The black mare standing in front of her was ten times her size and looked powerful enough to crush anything that stood in its way. It was a battle horse, sp
