Strange, very strange. Cheshie thought. Though she was complaining at the lack of Hunters, just a little unnerved perhaps. Then what else did the child’s actions mea-
Cheshie tensed, freezing in her tracks, eye locked on the child.
What’s it doing? What’s it doing? What is it doing?
“Out of the question.” Cheshie snapped back with more harshness in her voice than she had intended.
“We let it go, and it will just alert any others of our location.” She replied without taking her eyes off the hunter, trying to keep her anxiety from creeping into her voice.