Harry
I felt my annoyance at Mason slowly ease the further that Whyatt ran. The slow, rhythmic thudding of his paws against the cool dirt floor was soothing. The smell of the forest reminded me of running back in my own pack.
It is probably time to head back to the camp. I sighed, knowing that Whyatt always gets annoyed when he has to finish his run.
He groaned but turned around and headed back in the direction we came. I sensed his frustration, but he knew we had a job to do.
Whyatt slowed as we approached the camp. I could hear the chatter of the men as we walked through the surrounding trees and into the clearing we had now claimed as our home base. There were tents pitched in a semi-circle around a large fire pit and an open shelter that now housed our weapons and strategic plannin
