10
The Nightdweller
Jin woke to a touch on his arm and sat up, instantly awake. Ket-Ra, leader of his watchpack, crouched beside his sleeping pad. “Early patrol, Jin-Ra,” he said. “Freefolk.”
Jin yawned, stretched, and got to his feet. Though they were the same age, the watchpack leader stood half a head taller, with broader shoulders and the beginnings of a respectable mane. Ket handed him his watchbelt, black leather marked on the inside with silver sigils.
Ket won’t be living here much longer, Jin thought as he buckled on the belt, looking around the crowded chamber of the Ra. Every available space was filled with a snoozing young male, too old to live among the Sa, the prepubescent children, and not yet old enough to be considered one of the Pur, the adult members of the warren. Th
