Chapter 17

Kyle looked down at the dark, sticky patches matting his cloak. The blood of the three boars had cooled, turning the fabric stiff and heavy against his shoulders. He considered finding a stream to wash away the grime, but the thought was fleeting. Water was a luxury for cleaning; right now, it was a distraction from the hunt. He needed to keep moving while the forest was active. He picked a massive oak, its trunk wide enough to shield his entire body, and began the ascent. His movements were...