Chapter 19 The Silver Hunt

• POV: Ravnir
• The dawn mist clung to the forest floor like a half-remembered dream as the scouts returned, their leather boots silent on the damp earth. Ravnir met them at the edge of the village’s clearing, the hush of early autumn ringing through the pines. He scanned their faces—young, eager, eyes bright—and read the news before a single word was spoken.
• “We found them,” Scout Mior breathed, breath clouding in the cool air. “A herd of six, grazing near the Silverlip Ravine at first light. They’ve moved higher—toward the Crag of Whispers.”