The wolf’s face softened, hope growing.
“R-really?”
“Yes, really,” Kilik said, reaching for the ropes. “Just give me a—”
“Oy!”
OyKilik whirled around. Rohesia spotted a trio of Tseontaeg approaching from the east.
Tseontaeg“Here we go,” Lorenzo said. “Take the one on the right, I’ll fire left. Don’t shoot until I do.”
Rohesia nocked an arrow and aimed, tip levelled at the unknowing fool on the right. The leader of the patrol argued with Kilik in Sikkharan, examining the ropes. Kilik protested with equal ferocity, gesturing to the wolf as he spun a hasty defence.
“Those masks deflect arrows. Aim for the eyes, the throat, or the side of the head,” Lorenzo whispered.
Rohesia focused on her breathing. She waited for the lull, for the natural resting point, and closed one eye. Three glo
