Kerron narrowed his eyes and a sheen of starlight ran across the edge
of his knife. He lowered himself deeper into his crouch and tightened
his leg muscles in preparation for the leap forward they would soon
have to take. The bear, massive and white, like a living mound of snow,
made a low growl, very much like that of a dog. The growl an animal
made before an attack was launched. The lips of the ...
Salazar gave Kerron not even a moment to regain his wits.
"Come on, Kerron, we must get moving. This was a supply caravan, not a scout, which means we're farther behind their forward elements than I dared to believe. We must be hasty, for there will be others not far behind them."
Kerron's mind caught up with the events that had unfolded around him and he gasped aloud, the knife stumbling out ...
The dirt on the ground shifted to either side of the end of the stick as it passed over, small mounds of earth created on either side of the tiny trench that was formed by tip of the crude tool. If he looked closely,Kerron could see the individual grains of sand that formed the pattern he was drawing, tiny multicoloured fragments of rock, but with his face so close to the ground the pattern itself ...
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