In Life and Death
THE BOYS CREPT THROUGH the forest. To find Taelire was as difficult as searching a pasture to find a strand of hair. However, Aithein hunted with Taelire and so he knew exactly how to find him. He examined the foliage to observe the angle of the emerging light. Morning would soon arrive and the deer would be returning from their nighttime feeding grounds. Taelire would most likely be hunting along the routes to their bedding locations.
“I know where he is,” Aithein said. “A thicket of young pine saplings, less than an hour from here. The deer forage for clover on its edge before disappearing to sleep.”
“But if he’s not hunting deer, we’ve lost two hours,” Caelwyn said.
“It’s almost autumn,” Aithein replied. “He has to hunt deer. There aren’t many opportunities left to
