It’s a heavy burden. Gasping for breath, Saffron turned back to the wolf in the path—only barely leaping out of the way as it lunged toward him, snapping teeth before landing crouched over Taran’s motionless body on the road. Snarling, bearing its teeth, Saffron just threw his hands up—then watched in horror as the thick cloud of crows suddenly plummeted from the sky, surrounding the beast and tearing it apart. Ripping away fur, then skin, then flesh—leaving only silver bones. And when they were done—the birds turned to him, beaks still wet with viscera. They’ll eat you whole.
