Fenric stepped inside, his face contorted with worry and hardened with his warrior sharpness.
"What is it?" I asked.
You only see that expression on Fenric when something has gone wrong somewhere.
"The guards that were on patrol found more tracks at dawn, Arinya. Three of them. They didn't approach the nursery, but they circled the northern ridge before heading back toward the Eastern pass."
My heart did a nervous little skip. More tracks?
"They're watching us," I said.
"It feels more like they're measuring us," Fenric corrected, his voice a low growl. "But they've retreated for now. They know we're alerted."
I gripped the edge of the furs, feeling rather unsettled by this discovery.
"Then we don't give them a second chance to measure. Noah, I want the clearing pushed back another fifty yards. If there's tall grass near my walls, burn it. I want a kill-zone where nothing can hide."
