“Aim for the tree with the white-speckled trunk and red leaves. The one on the left, just after the bridge,” Atreus insisted, pointing to the target.
Kratos withdrew his axe, measured the distance and direction, then fired the blade with all his might. Two black ravens erupted from the leaves to scatter skyward. Seeing the cawing birds brought a sudden unsettling feeling to Atreus, though he was confused as to why.
Making certain no threat materialized behind them, Kratos recalled the axe. “You were right,” he said, a little too much surprise in his voice.
The pack animal chuffed, stirring nervously on the bridge.
“Look at that! You must be smart or somethin’, boy. You are a boy, right? Hyaa!” Brok said, slapping the animal’s backside to get the beast moving.
