Tracking

As Bray basked under the waning moon’s beams, King Lucas rode through the gatehouse and on to the main thoroughfare. Ahead, the town was silent, while at his back the hungry snarls of the Wyld Wolves could be heard as they dispatched the guards at the gate. At times, the trail from Redmire had gone cold, but the tracking instincts of the Wyld Wolves had soon set them back on the right path.

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