“Got’cher bow?” Charles asked as he swung his leg over his horse, You nodded yes, and he made a low noise as in “okay” and you both rode out of camp.

The ride across the heartlands was pretty quiet, a question every now and then, but you weren’t the most chatty people at this time in the morning.

The grass was still dewy, and you had to admit, the outdoorsy smell of spring was amazing.

“You know how to track yet?” Charles asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.