Rose Eagle
“The firewolf scout that our little striped warrior had driven away had me spooked. Had it been tracking us? Once again, it was outside the range where firewolves had always been before. We should have been a good twenty miles away from their staked-out territory — which was mostly south and west of Big Cave. Did it mean that they were extending their range? Could we trust Uncle Lenard’s map to be accurate about the location of other dangerous creatures?
As for this firewolf, maybe it had been wounded so badly that it wouldn’t be following us.
Or maybe not.
The farther and faster we could get away from last night’s shelter, the better.
As we trotted along, Phil had no trouble keeping up with me. That was good. And he kept quiet. Which was better. True, there were times when he seemed about to say something. More than once, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him open his mouth, then shake his head and close it.
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