Chapter 16; The CaveThe sunset is stunning, orange red and magenta. Making his way down the trail, Oric look up at the sky and smiles, sometimes life can be beautiful and rich. A flock of wild geese fly overhead in formation oblivious to the drama down below. He stops drinking it all in, as if to grab all he can in the time left. He dismounts and waits with Chiara and Atticus, it isn’t long before two hoods ride up. One points to a thicket nearby.
‘He’s waiting for you in the cave, quarter mile up that track.’ One says. They ride off the way they’ve come without another word.
‘Someday I’ll be able to say I was there when the sabretooth rode out to bring justice around here.’ Atticus said softy as he hugged the sabretooth.
‘I’m proud to call you my friend.’ Oric hugs his companions, he w
