Geralt
Fang shifts as we near the clearing surrounding our treehouse, allowing me time to pull my leathers from my pack and dress. Walking into the meadow, I stop short. Nothing seemed out of place- my home was intact, the flowers in the meadow beginning to bloom, the birds singing peacefully in the trees.
And yet…my senses were intensely aware of my surroundings, alert to possible danger or threats that my mind had not yet found.
‘Something is wrong,’ I thought.
‘Something is very, very wrong,’ Fang agreed.
I stood in the meadow for a moment, breathing in deeply and sifting through the collection of scents that assaulted me, straining my ears and taking in the sounds around me, my eyes searching for anything that seemed out of place.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing?
Why d
