"Wild Hunts?" Ren repeated.
Princess Elena nodded.
"It's a kind of sport," she said. "You heard that horn earlier, didn't you?"
Ren gave a short nod.
Elena shifted slightly in the saddle, one hand resting against Tiki's neck as the Riding Lizard padded through the twilight woods.
"As soon as foreign creatures enter this land, the hunt begins," she explained. "Once the hunting horn sounds, the fey involved in that particular Wild Hunt are given twelve hours to complete it."
"Twelve hours," Ren echoed.
Elena smiled faintly.
"It doesn't sound like much, does it? But I assure you, dear Ren, twelve hours is an eternity when you're being pursued through the Fey Realm by maniacal nobles who think terror is a form of entertainment."
"You don't say," Ren replied in the flattest tone possible.
Elena either ignored the sarcasm or chose to enjoy it.
