The descent began, and I could feel the powerful ripple of Damar's muscles beneath me. Even though his legs were 'new,' he moved with usual serpentine grace, as though he were gliding.
His footsteps were barely making a sound on the path.
My hands were wrapped around his neck, and in front of him, the basket of cubs was held firmly against his chest.
Raiden was the first to react to the wind. He stuck his nose out, his little ruby eyes widening as the scenery shifted. He let out a sharp yip of excitement, his tiny claws digging into the top of the basket.
If he wasn't careful, he'd definitely fall.
"Steady, you to little troublemaker," I whispered, leaning my chin on Damar's shoulder.
In front of us, Noah and Fenric were navigating the troller over a particularly rocky patch. Seeing the two of them grunting as they maneuvered a troller full of pots and blankets was a sight I'd never get tired of.
