*Lyra*
The forest floor flies by beneath my paws. It’s been a few weeks since our ambush of Running River Pack, and Bram’s scent is thick in the woods. Once again, Jorin has warned me not to let him see me so that neither of us gets in trouble if there’s a patrol, but my wolf is thinking for me now, and she desperately wants to see him.
Jorin’s far behind me now. I can still hear his paws propelling him through the woods, but he’s not in a rush like I am, and he’s probably shaking his head thinking I’m being very foolish.
But I would be able to pick up on the scent of a patrol if any of the guards from the village were nearby. Not only do I only smell Bram’s distinct scent, I don’t sense anyone else nearby. Nor do I smell anything that could be used to cover their tracks. The skunk spra
