The promise Sephiran had made to Vermi was being fulfilled much faster than expected.
The scene shifted abruptly to a sheer, treacherous cliffside path high above the standard nesting grounds. The air up here was thin and freezing, biting at Sephiran's hair and rustling violently through Vermi's brand-new layer of thick, soft fur. They had broken away from Arach's usual trail, pushing upward into the vertical, uncharted heights of the Shellgrave peaks.
"I said next time, but next time is today!" Sephiran called out over the roaring wind, digging his fingers into the jagged rock face to stabilize himself. "No time to waste!"
It was an incredibly reckless climb. The path was barely wide enough for a single footing, crumbling into a bottomless, foggy abyss below. One wrong move, one loose stone, and their lives would literally be wasted on the rocks far beneath the mountain.
CRACK.
A small ledge yielded under the pressure. Vermi's foot slipped completely off the edge.
