Do we run?"
Whispered Caelan's query. Standing with his pack, he looked away from the river into the trees. Another Frostfang horn blared closer. A three-note call sounded like it was traveling between trees.
Spirit helped me hear as I listened. I heard no dogs barking or crashes. Just the horn and a faraway, faint sound of many feet walking on snow. Charging wasn't intended. They were approaching. Deliberately.
I stated, "They know we're here." "Another kind of trap is getting lost when it's dark."
He was unsure since his tactical thinking and desire to sprint conflicted. "If they bring us..."
"The arrows would have already hit us if they wanted to kill us." I indicated the noise source. "That calls for unity. Greetings.
His eyes questioned. "Are those the people your mom ran away f
