Patch POV

ONE MONTH LATER

Crouching in the forest made him regret choosing scrub grass to lie on. It itched his skin. However, he couldn’t complain because the scrub grass lay behind the most perfect bush for cover. Not too tall, not too short and stubby, not too thick but not too many gaps, either. He lay there in the rough scrub grass, his chin nestling in the shiny, smooth leaves of the flowering sprite mallow bush, his nose full of the gold dust scent from his mate and the ...