OF CLIMBING AND SHELTER“I’m ashamed to admit to being rather cold, Mortimer.”
“If it is any consolation, so am I.”
“Not much,” Grace said pulling up the hood of her outer fur, thankful she had more than the one on her back. “Not quite Henley on a fine summer’s day.”
“Not quite, my dear,” replied Headlock shading his eyes from the fast-falling snow.
“What are you looking for?”
“You really are the most inquisitive person I have ever met.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Hmm, no, I find it rather refreshing. I’m just not used to having quite so many questions thrust at me all the time.”
“I’m sorry, I just like to know what’s going on,” Grace said through chattering teeth. “I am my papa’s daughter, after all.”
“Well, I shall do my best to explain. I wouldn’t want you to be stacking up questio
