The night air was cool and sharp against Jasper’s nose and eyes, not unpleasantly so, but enough that it forced him to blink frequently against its chill. The sun was already rapidly sinking below the horizon, he’d need to find somewhere to set up camp, and soon.
With a twitch of the reins, Hickory, his hors, began to slow their steps. The brisk walk settled into a patient trudge, as Jasper leant forwards in his seat, eyes scanning the trees and forest beyond. ...
