Story 390: In the Snow

Zara’s breath formed faint clouds in the frozen air as she adjusted her leather harness. The crimson of her sweater stood out vividly against the monochrome of the snow-covered forest, yet she moved as if she belonged to the shadows themselves. Silence enveloped the group—Liv, Davis, and the others—huddled behind her, their breaths short and cautious.

The previous raid on the supply depot had rattled the King’s forces, but Zara knew retaliation would come. The question was when—and where.

“We camp here for the night,” Zara murmured, her voice calm but decisive. She scanned the area, every detail of her surroundings cataloged: the frost clinging to branches, the soft crunch of boots, the unnatural quiet. “Davis, set traps to the east. Liv, keep watch on the ridge.”

Liv’s brow furrowed. “You’re expecting trouble?”

Zara’s dark eyes flickered with a knowing glint. “Always.”