Chapter 86: Trespassers

It was high noon when they began their return to the tribe. Despite the hunt being ended, the men never broke formation. Always alert with each step, unlike their arrival, they walked with a caution, weapons drawn and arrows notched. It was an almost trained disposition, and Sethlzaar might have been impressed if more troubling things did not plague his mind.

It bore it too, he thought, eyes fixed on the carcass of the animal they'd hunted. He had taken aim, and in those moments he had caught sight of the darkness of wisps clinging to its features; del