6
By morning, Rasha was sure they were being followed. The fellow wasn’t even trying to hide it. He left broken branches and prints all over the place.
“What do you make of it?” Rasha asked as they rode along.
“They’re skilled enough to stay hidden,” Lu said.
“But not to cover their tracks?”
Temi seemed annoyed by their scent and he’d growl at the wind. Now he sat on the saddle in front of Lu, content to rest his large head on his paws.
“They don’t seem in any hurry to overtake us,” Lu said.
Rasha didn’t respond as she kept her eyes on the surrounding trees. This fetch was all wrong. First, it was mandatory, after a year of optional fetches. A march into the woods of Sidoa, meeting with people that didn’t trust them to deliver feed, let alone whatever was in the package. Not even a
