Seven
“There it is!” Darren exclaimed, the enthusiasm colouring his voice. The morning sun crept across the horizon as we hurried towards our scout and joined Darren on top of the hill.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for the breathtaking sight of the rays dancing across the green valley, the trees shimmering like gems in the sun’s caress. The rivers coiled and curled through the landscape in playful patterns that called to be splashed in.
There was no question why the chieftain of the Coyotes chose this place to settle down.
“Beautiful,” Danny voiced. “What do we know?”
“Surrounded by high mountains,” Regan mumbled.
“T-The thick f-forests on the North g-guard it too.”
I frowned, studying my friends. What were they assessing?
“Their crops look good. Rich soil,” Darren added.
“The tre
