”I don’t want to”, Erlig complained, when Umbra asked him to stay put.
“I won’t be long. Wait here.” Umbra watched Erlig with unmoving eyes. The pup – no longer young enough to actually be called a pup – grumbled, but complied. He curled up in the shadow of a large golden oak. Flecks of light danced across his face and the reddened grass, filtering through the branches above. Erlig looked up at Umbra with glassy eyes.
The sickness had struck only shortly after they’d arrived in the ...
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