"I know you are exhausted," he said to Seren. "I am too, but let's try and go on one more hunt."
Seren looked at him and rolled her head back, sitting on the floor. She let out a long, heavy sigh, the kind that came from deep in her chest. "Wish we had brought a horse," she said, her voice flat. "Too tired to keep walking."
Darion smiled. He understood part of her problem now, she was tired of the constant walking.
He understood completely. They had been trekking through the forest for hours, their legs carrying them over uneven ground, through thick underbrush, across streams and clearings.
His own legs ached, his calves burning with every step. He was tired of the act too.
He had thought of taking a horse before coming here, but then he had decided against it. The forest was unpredictable, and the sound of hooves would have carried far through the trees.
