Chapter 50: The New Quest
Patch POV
ONE MONTH LATER
Crouching in the forest made him regret choosing scrub grass to lie on. It itched his skin. However, he couldn’t complain because the scrub grass lay behind the most perfect bush for cover. Not too tall, not too short and stubby, not too thick but not too many gaps, either. He lay there in the rough scrub grass, his chin nestling in the shiny, smooth leaves of the flowering sprite mallow bush, his nose full of the gold dust scent from his mate and the perfume of the sprite mallow flowers. He plucked one of the pink blossoms with great care. No sound, no disturbing the bush.
He watched his quarry for any opening. Right now, the target didn’t seem diverted enough by the gorgeous scenery or by the book she was reading, or even by the picnic spread out beside her. The picnic she hoped to surprise him with.