Alliance

Are they worth it, Master?
From her vantage point, she could see the two
strangers clearly despite the darkening evening. Brown eyes
and unearthly silver pupils watched the travellers keenly. They rode in silence, wary of every shadow.
The thin road, tawny against sallow grass around it, cut
like a river between two barren hills. Coarse grass flattened up the opposite slope and bristled on the ridge, golden in the
dying light.
The two riders looked inky against the pale track. They
stood out perilously from the arid hills, even in a darkening hour like this.
The valley road offered only danger for anyone with
enough gold to attract the brutal thieves of Acran. Although no thief of Acran, Shenna had seen their heavy purse. A purse like that would feed her for weeks. She would wait and see. If an easy task, she would take it.
She clutched the bow and arrow to her side. A breath of
steam issued from her mouth. It would be cold, bitterly cold, before the dawn.
Wolf let out a low rumble.