Bard, Lyryk heard the word in her head. We are watched. We? The last Lyryk knew, she’d been traveling alone. Relieved to have Biscuit back, she kept packing up her camp with only a slight hesitation. She hadn’t seen the hound, though she felt his presence. Where? Lyryk directed the thought at Biscuit. Bushes, sunward. … Continue reading Lyryk: Watched