Kingdom of Ash

warm and fed, keep them trained and ready to
march at a moment’s notice.
This scouting mission, if Ren’s
information proved correct, would help their
cause.
Nearby, a bowstring groaned, barely
audible over the wind. Its tip and shaft had
been painted white, and were now barely
visible as it aimed with deadly precision
toward the pass opening.
Aedion caught Ren Allsbrook’s eye from
where the young lord was concealed amongst
the rocks, his arrow ready to fly. Cloaked in
the same white and gray furs as Aedion, a pale
scarf over his mouth, Ren was little more than
a pair of dark eyes and the hint of a slashing
scar.
Aedion motioned to wait. Barely glancing
toward the shape-shifter across the pass,
Aedion conveyed the same order.