After a few tense moment of listening and waiting to make sure no more scouts were nearby, Lodariel crept away from the shelter of the bush and began following the river once more, her eyes searching for a safe place to cross while keeping her pointed ears open. It was a nervous business. She found herself wishing more than once that Daroandir were there with her. He had always watched her back while they had hunted their home jungle of Melahalas. She shook her head, focusing on the task at hand. Daroandir was where he needed to be, at Silvaranwyn’s side. Besides, she was more than capable of taking care of herself.
She heard rustling in the distance, accompanied by several voices. The Lion Folk army was on its way. She sprinted along the riverbank on silent feet, hoping to find the cross
