Rosette stalked through the undergrowth, tracking the scent of his latest target.
It was a smell he had grown accustomed to, after being encouraged by Ring to visit Meadowlark's campsite- sitting around the fire with everyone, while telling scary stories and toasting marshmallows. When it was Rosette's turn to share, he took immense satisfaction in the horrified silence that followed.
Ring said he should maybe tone it down next time.
He shook his head, remindi...
