LERRIN
Evening settled into night more slowly now that they were out from underneath the trees. Lerrin sat beside their fire watching the small flames, his heart beating quickly.
It had taken two days, in the end, to move beyond the boundaries of the WildWood, and his body had, indeed, almost failed him. Both nights he'd struggled even to eat before sleep overtook him—and his body stiffened so badly, it took him close to an hour to be free enough to carry a bag and begin the hike again the next morning.
On the second day he'd worried he might actually fail his beautiful mate who was carrying the burden of preparing their meals and covering their camp before they left each morning, because he had struggled even to manage himself.
