Pat The Badger

Previously

…“The Keeper,” Mortimer said. “He might know. He was once part of the forest’s balance.” “But he tried to stop us,” Squeaky said. “Because the shadow had tricked him,” Greg replied. “Maybe now that the true heart is back, he can be trusted.” They agreed to seek the Keeper at first light. Greg placed his paw on the pot, feeling the flower’s faint pulse. “We’ll make it through this. I know we will.” As the night deepened, they huddled together in the hollow, the flower’s grey light a small beacon against the darkness. And outside, hidden among the trees, a pair of yellow eyes watched, waiting for the dawn.