In the shadow of the jail wall, Beri paused for a moment to catch her breath. The jail behind her screamed like a spring torrent, and it was only a matter of time before Graeme's guards charged her. "Hurry," Beri said to herself.
The bears were being culled now, the hunters staggering home under the weight of their prizes. The Beorning sped up the slope in the shadows, unnoticed.
