I was leaning over a stream, collecting some water when I heard him.
Well, ‘heard’ him. He was nearby, scanning the jungle for intruders. He was guarding it. I probed deeper into his mind, searching for a reason why, but he winced.
Ouch, what was that?
Dammit. If he could feel the physical effects of mind reading there was only one thing he could be. Centaur.
I ran back to Ranulf in a rush of air.
“Ranulf,” I gasped, falling down by his side.
He looked up, surprise and worry flashing across his face. What’s wrong?
“Centaur. Guarding the jungle,” I explained quickly, my eyes scanning the fringe of trees, my mind reaching out to find others. We were safe, for now. There was no one too near.
Ranulf was frowning, But they shouldn’t come this far east… they live in the western territories, don’t they?
I shrugged, “What’s to stop them from moving? The Fae kingdom is dead.”
He sighed, I don’t like it. They’re very territorial.
I grinned briefly, flashing my fangs, “I can be territorial too.”