Daily Snippit: High/Second World Fantasy

Fria can’t feel the bite of the winter winds as they curl through the forest’s dim blue twilight, or the crunch of paws crushing the thin crust of ice, feather-light on the snow beneath. He’s just solid enough to leave the trail he means for the huntsmen to follow, but not enough to be more than a shadow among shadows.

What he can feel the prickle of annoyance running down the mental link from his Bound. The boy’s well aware of the cold and the wet, and is less positive the ruse will work. Fria whittles down the bond until it’s nothing more than a faint echo. He has better things to do than pamper cubs.

The plan works as well as it has in the past, which is not all that well, but it buys them time to find a better hiding place. Trin recants, somewhat, as the Binder’s hideaways in Verdenton are well within the town’s shielding and therefore neither cold nor damp. Not the best first few days of binding Fria’s ever had, but the links are still solid and he’ll take what he can get. The winter moon’s waxing and he’s starving…



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