LERRIN
Lerrin stood, half-crouched, peering through the trees in the WildWood, South of the Tree City, his heart pounding.
He had led two fists of Lupine hunters into the enemy territory this morning. When their spy had been assigned a routine scouting that morning, he's sworn himself purple. But it had been the Creator's hand and he hadn't even realized it until the bird found them while he'd been circling on the King's travels. He'd landed quickly and filled Lerrin in on what they'd been doing. But with no pack mind to connect to spy to see what he'd seen, and with the time passing since the Bird had seen the King, they'd made a plan for him to lead his partner over the archers, then return and send the King back so he'd run into them.
Then Lerrin's first fist had found the trail of the Herd Captain.
