Writing Prompt

Vahn felt his rider’s pulse quicken as an arrow flew past them, scraping his arm. “Almost there sir, hold tight!” The squirrel-cat said.

Mez grunted his response and bent down so that his head rested atop Vahn’s.

The two had met during Mez’s training in the Night Squad. Mez had been tasked with spending one night in the wilderness and surviving. When he’d been out there, Vahn had found him and p...