HarbingersChapter 1
Rain was spattering off the canopy above and it was getting darker. Sighing heavily to myself, I removed the string from my bow before covering it in a bag. I really didn't want to get it wet like last time and be shouted at for half an hour. Instead I pulled out a sling and opened up my bullet bag. Holding the bow bag with the point down ready to stick it into the ground I carried on moving through the trees trying to catch any more signs of the boar's trail. The last I'd seen it was...