Kamira gave the ledge a look of doubt as Veelk began climbing. The mountain range towered over them, its gray rocks beautiful and threatening at the same time. She hadn’t expected that her friend was planning to actually venture into them. They might need a discreet place away from known trade routes and human settlements, but the woods surrounding them provided enough seclusion without the need to risk breaking their limbs or necks for a bit more distance.
Uncertain, she looked at Koshmarnyk.
“I’m not about to follow in his footsteps,” he reassured her. His usual half-smile accompanied the words, and during the week-long journey, she’d learned to recognize the humor in his dry tone. “I was born a man, not a mountain goat.”
“I heard that!” Veelk scaled the rocks will all the ease needed
