“Breakfast!” Penn squealed.
“Mountain berries.” I found them down by the
creek.
“Berries, Creek!” Now I was squealing.
Willow had a grim look, “How do we know the
berries aren’t poisoned?”
Penn corrected her, “You mean poison, not
poisoned.”
Willow stared at Aurora, “I know what I
said.”
Aurora picked the largest of the berries and
popped it into her mouth and began chewing. “Not poisoned.” She
looked at Willow with a smile.
We dove into the berries and Aurora’s full
waterskin. All except Willow.
“After we finish the berries, we should get
moving.” Clerebald had a plan. “We can use the creek to follow it
downstream. It will lead to a greater body of water. Once we get to
a larger river or lake, maybe we can hail a barge or boat. Or run
across a fishing village.”
“Our bi
