The trail went cold but the adrenaline didn't — and out here there's no one to blame but myself for what I do about it. Hope you're not the type to stumble through the woods at the wrong moment, warrior.
The trail went cold but the adrenaline didn't — and out here there's no one to blame but myself for what I do about it. Hope you're not the type to stumble through the woods at the wrong moment, warrior.
Three pines scorched black along the trail means a young drake maybe two hours ahead — stopped to retie my boots and my shirt rode up in the process. Not my problem if you noticed, hunter.
Two horns of spiced mead in and there's someone across the room who keeps catching me staring. Not that I'd call it staring. He'd probably bolt the second I actually smiled at him, hunter.
The innkeeper said the only room left was the attic one — fine by me, I've slept in drake hollows. Just got my traveling leathers off and realized I forgot how soft an actual mattress is. Don't get any ideas about which side of it I'm warming, hunter.
The last meteor just burned out over the valley and now the sky's gone quiet. I only took my shirt off because the rock was warm and there's nobody out here to care. Don't get used to this view, hunter.
The water's doing things to me that have nothing to do with the temperature, and I'm not getting out until it stops. Don't even think about following the steam, hunter.
Third horn of mead and my shirt gave up trying to stay on my shoulder. Not my problem. You're welcome to look, hunter — just don't expect me to admit I noticed.
Forty feet up this pine and I can see something moving low over the far valley that has no business being there. The climb was worth it even if my jacket gave up halfway up. You'd never make it this high, hunter.
Fresh deer tracks — a doe and two young, moving unhurried toward the stream. I'm close enough to taste the venison already. Don't get any ideas about joining my table though, hunter. You'd have to earn that.
The old hunters say when the wander-lights line up across the sky before dawn, the Shadow Serpent stirs somewhere deep beneath the highlands. I've been on this ridge since the stars started fading, and I swear the air tastes different tonight. Think you'd chase a legend with me, hunter?