THE GREAT WALL 5.6

The Wind Paws had moved far enough north to afford a bite to eat. Below the wall, the villages were small, and above, the guard was thin. For the first time in several days, they felt a sense of freedom. Fatrwa set an anchor with a rope tied to the inner edge of the wall, and they lowered themselves down. One by one, they descended into the darkness like birds of prey. Human vision was weak, and they had to help themselves with torches. That made it easy to spot where they were. Fatrwa smelled a delicious pig nearby. They approached it like shadows and killed it before it had time to squeal. Just for fun they killed another one, but this one did complain. They hastily dragged it under the dark cloak and, once safe, devoured it ravenously. Before climbing, they took advantage of the quiet of the barren space to talk.

"How much longer do we have y wait?" Asked Vrea, the youngest of the Wind Paws.

"I imagine a day or two, if everything goes according to plan," Fatrwa answered.