The eleventh day’s search had been long and uneventful after the battle, as the enemy had fled. Darkness was rapidly closing in, as the setting sun was slipping behind a dark veil of clouds along the horizon. Changa had never traveled this far downstream along the Thunder River before. This land was unknown territory for all of them. Here, the great river deepened, and the current was steady, as it wound through forested hills.
So far, there had been no sign of Donovan. Changa had managed to keep calm on the outside for the benefit of the others, even though worry had firmly taken root on the inside. Behind him, two newly built bonfires were roaring. The men were in high spirits and eager to do battle once more after this morning’s victory. It had been a long time it seemed since the Wind
