The hawk soared like a javelin through the forest in the direction from where Janz and the others entered.
“Janz! They went hunting!” Heldon indulged in the luxury of Tival’s amber gaze for a moment before Petunia let out a scared bleat and scrambled away from the forest.
Both Midnight and Cirrus spooked, neighing and bucking, and Heldon knew they were about to bolt. He couldn’t lose the horses and the mule!
“Hunting?! Ugh, go, I’ll handle the horses then be right behind you.” Tival reassured him, already having calmed Petunia while lunging to wrangle Midnight’s bridle.
“Thanks,” Heldon called out, running toward the narrow hunter’s path.
Just what would attack a knight, a werewolf, and armed guards in broad daylight?!
“I’ll be right there!” Tival repeated himself.