The boy doesn't answer, having pivoted his attention to the treeline in a very apprehensive manner, pulling his hand free so he can best tuck his arms around himself. Marcus places a shepherding hand near the crown of the child's head while his other balances his staff, blunt end down, against the damp earth.
"Some of the older boys were telling Hamish, here, that they spied something in the forests around supper time. Eyes, I think it was."
"Glowing yellow ones," the boy chimes in at a mumble. "Wolves. I was hearing 'em."
Marcus looks back up to Derrica, nodding to her. "That's why we have guards, keeping watch. Isn't that right?"
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The boy doesn't answer, having pivoted his attention to the treeline in a very apprehensive manner, pulling his hand free so he can best tuck his arms around himself. Marcus places a shepherding hand near the crown of the child's head while his other balances his staff, blunt end down, against the damp earth.
"Some of the older boys were telling Hamish, here, that they spied something in the forests around supper time. Eyes, I think it was."
"Glowing yellow ones," the boy chimes in at a mumble. "Wolves. I was hearing 'em."
Marcus looks back up to Derrica, nodding to her. "That's why we have guards, keeping watch. Isn't that right?"