They were passing through a small gully—high, rock walls on either side of the trail as if it had been cut through the mountain by generations of Chimera walking it day after day. When Tryson questioned Levi, the sasquatch opened his mouth, but suddenly a shadow fell over the gully and all three of them froze, Tryson whirling to put Diane behind him.
But she gasped and grabbed the arm he threw back to keep her hemmed in. "No, no, look! He's beautiful!"
On the tiny edge of the rock wall above them, a massive, gray-brown Ibex stood, staring curiously, his eyes slit-pupiled, and nostrils flaring. A pair of huge horns curved forward over his forehead, then curled back towards his muscular shoulders.
Then, just as Tryson turned, he snorted the air from his nose, shaking his head.
Tryson
