Bucky padded along, marveling silently at the impressive scenery. He and his siblings had split up briefly to hunt, and Bucky was tracking a mountain goat trail, having not tasted one in an age. It smelt like a young one and he hoped he’d be able to take it down alone and then call his siblings, surprise them with a hearty meal.
Bucky was not only interested in goat scent though, but also the openness he could tell was up ahead. The air moved differently, though he couldn’t yet see past the rocky crags to what lay behind them. He knew there was water in the open area because the scent of that was clear enough. Which meant the patrol might be drawing nearer to wherever Nima Daniels had set up her following.
He still wondered what answers the Rangers might find. He thought of Nomad and Saskia and the kids and everybody back home. It had only been a few days but Bucky missed them already. Still- he carried on. Looking forward. Determined to think positive.
He thought unexpectedly of Django, and recalled how helpful Argus’s brother had been with information on his first visit to the mountains. Was there still a terror up here, a cult high in these peaks hiding form the world? Bucky didn’t think so. If they were, they were very well-hidden. Relic and the Covenant had reported nothing, Stephen believing the pack who had once terrorized the mountains had disbanded.
The goat-scent beckoned as did the open area up ahead, telling him it was time to put away his memories, and Bucky broke into a trot.
Feb 06, 2018 05:35 AM
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