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Max rolled over and got a blast of Spriggan breath in the face. It smelled like sour milk and seaweed. He gagged and sat up.
The others were still asleep. He wondered if the sun was up. It was impossible to tell in the Downs. They had walked until they couldn't take another step, then bedded down in the middle of the path. Not a safe thing to do in a forest full of Trith and Shadowshifters, but they'd been too exhausted to look for a proper hiding spot. The Spriggan insisted on making a lean-to out of branches and brush. It wasn't very comfortable and they were packed in like sardines, but the Spriggan was satisfied.
Max rubbed his stiff neck and stretched. The need to check on his parents overwhelmed him, but it was not the time or place. The Spriggan popped up and furiously sniffed
