It looked to be late afternoon when he awoke. Cyprian lay asleep, his gentle snores making Brennus smile. He inched towards the front of the overhang and parted the grass. Before them lay grasslands bordered by woodlands. Further ahead, in the direction they’d be heading, rose a small village, and every now and then, he caught the lowing of cattle.
Slipping out from his snug shelter, Brennus stood and stretched the kinks out of his muscles. He saw that directly behind them stood more woods. He slunk into the trees and set about looking for a branch or sapling he could use as a spear.
The need for food had become urgent.
With the light fading, he knew time was a luxury in short supply. He broke off several saplings before finally one snapped in exactly the way he wanted it to, leaving a
