Night had descended over us by the time I rejoined my companions. Someone had lit a crackling campfire in a small clearing, and most of the party were huddled around it. Spark was mending a rifle propped across her lap, Weir roasting some unidentifiable hunk of meat over the flames, and Blaise neatening the fletchings on some of his arrows. Caolinn, curled beside the fire, appeared to be asleep; Darr was nowhere to be seen.
Spark glanced up at me, her eyes reflecting the glow of the fire. “You were starting to make me worry, cub.”
For a moment, my mind was blank. I’d wandered off into the trees for a chance to speak to Darr alone, but how long had we been away from the group – and how to explain our absence? Fortunately, I didn’t have to.
“Your patrol,” Spark prompted. “Anything?”