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Mara
“We can’t keep waiting forever,” Smitter growled, staring high up to the top of the blue ice cliffs.
“Lamac went up,” Rowls said. “What did you expect?”
“Not to have to wait the entire summer for them to come back.” Smitter leaned back in his rickety, foldable seat. The thin wood growled in protest at the shifting of his abundant weight.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Mara said. “They’ve only been gone for a day. If they found a path through, it could easily take them this long to know if it’s worth all of us scaling up there.”
“It’s good to know it’s not just the dogs who are getting impatient.” Kegan strode over from the circle of dogs. Elle stood up, her tail thumping Mara’s leg as she panted with glee at his approach. “If we don’t see a sign of them soon, I’ll have to hook the d
