Tarkyn spotted the other child who had been in the tree with Sparrow. The young boy was peeking out from behind his father, Rustling Leaves, watching the prince. Tarkyn swung Sparrow back down and crouched next to her.
“Are you going to introduce me to your friend?” he asked her, nodding at the boy.
“This is Breaking Twigs. We are both ten years old and this was our first hunt,” said Sparrow proudly. “Come on. Come and say hello,” she urged the boy.
Breaking Twigs disengaged himself from his father and walked forward uncertainly. “Good afternoon, Your Highness,” whispered the little boy, clearly over-awed by meeting the prince.
“I am pleased to meet you, Breaking Twigs. You and Sparrow have been very brave fighting those fierce wolves. I was too far away from you to see. Did you hit an
