Whisperingtris Forest—Dawn
It took three days for the pieces to fall into place. The Whisperingtris was a vast wilderness that was close to the desert.
The transition from desert to forest was abrupt and jarring.
One moment, they were walking across sand and rock under an open sky; the next, they were stepping into shadows cast by trees so old and massive that their trunks could have housed entire families.
The Whisperingtris Forest earned its name from the constant susurration of leaves—even when no wind blew, the forest seemed to whisper secrets in languages no one could quite decipher.
Jorghan moved at the front of their hunting party, his senses extended outward through his blood magic, feeling for the life signatures of potential prey.
