“She’s in,” Dakar called out quietly to Madas who was working her way down the side of the mountain.
“We are almost to the cable,” Madas responded in a soft hiss.
Dakar glanced down. He could see the cable as clear as day with the night goggles on. Madas had not needed any. He was learning some very interesting things about his Tearnat companion. She had a spunk about her that the women of Kassis lacked. She also had a strange sense of humor that he liked.
She had offered to carry him on her back down the side of the mountain if he wanted. When he had bit back an angry retort she had dissolved in giggles that told him she knew he would have never accepted such help. When he threatened to tell Gril about her offer she had blushed furiously.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” she hissed out as
