Fantasy Post The III

Soren was nervous. She let her mount pick her way through the Brackamshire woods, keeping alert for any mysterious sounds. They were most likely across the Lunaland border by now and no knowing who ruled beyond that. It had been five almost six days of journey from her house, including persuading Hostis* to cross Butterfly River. Poor Hostis had miserably slithered out the other side to immediately start licking her sopping fur. CRACK! A noise snapped Soren back to the present. Hostis froze in her tracks. CRACK, CRACK! All of a sudden, Fern emerged on the back of a monstrous grey tomcat.


*Hostis means 'enemy' in latin. Soren named her cat that 
because the cat came from the Pixie's.