[ Old world - into the woods ]
The Greater Woods bled shadows between the boles of the ancient trees.
Kieran's horse tore through the undergrowth in a blur, hooves pounding towards an unknown destination.
Wind whipped his hair into his eyes.
And every second felt like another thread of her slipping away.
He knew this was pointless. He had done this only too many times. Without her scent, without any trace where the hell was he supposed to look for her.
He rode into the wild because he knew he had to get out… that camp… those cries… were suffocating him.
He didn't pause, instead he reached out through the mind link, his voice taut with urgency.
"Is it ready?"
There was a pause. A crackle. Then came a breathless reply.
