Holiday

Dawn balanced on a high branch, crouched with the grace of a playful predator. Below her, Malour was muttering to herself, trying to untangle the vine wrapped around her boot. The forest was thick with the smell of moss and earth, the sun slanting through the canopy in golden streams. It was the perfect setting for their mission to observe and assist the Koronoks, one of the rarest species in the Jurupa Forest. But it also meant that Malour was likely to trip over every root or fall into ever...