On the other side of the settlement, the forest gave way to a low, creeping mist—that swirled like a storm in the middle of the ocean. A pair of men emerged from the white; hunters, from the looks of them.
Broad-shouldered and weathered; their leathers were stained with rough marks.
It was clear that they were a pair who had worked hard for all their lives.
Between them was the carcass of a deer dragged behind them by ropes that wrapped around its antlers. Its hide still shimmered faintly with the opalescent sheen—that marked the creatures of the deep wood.
A clean kill.
Even compared to their normal days, this was a good haul.
One that would feed several families and earn them both almost a week of easy sleep.
