Chapter 93

As the night wore on, however, he began to question what he was smelling. The scents were fresh, and they carried the distinction of many different bodies. What was more, they seemed to have been moving in a meandering, searching pattern, just like him.

How often did the Sun People venture into the plains to hunt, anyway? The more he thought on it, the more it began to concern him, not least due to the freshness of the trail indicating that they were still out here somewhere.

They would know better than to light a fire that would betray their position to the beasts roaming the plains (beasts like him, Caspian reflected grimly), and that could mean stumbling upon them at any moment if he was not careful. He would have to keep track of the scents to make sure.

His agitation flared up again every time he stumbled over the Sun People’s trail. Perhaps it was only the instincts of his wolf, but he felt in competition somehow with their hunting party.

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