From Sureshot the King book 3 in my Sureshot trilogy!
As heavy snow swirled all around, two figures marched mindlessly toward death. Miles before, they abandoned the hope of surviving. Tired, wounded, hungry, and beyond all else, freezing, they mechanically stepped one foot after another. Chased from Durbar’s boyhood home, they fled to nowhere. Hunted like dogs, they let the winter turn their enemies away. They did not suspect that their hunter still followed, but they knew returning to the cozy forest home was not an option. Instead, they trudged onward.