Silvertip Mountain loss of breath

He felt out of place with the two of them as they exchanged half-words and concern. Ashlar's tail tucked some but this did not stop him from slowly moving towards her, all the while with eyes on Merrick. Would he stop him?

He had agreed to go and it sounded like they were rescuing someone who had left. The messages were mixed. I cannot stop you. He chooses no part.... Yet Ashlar felt this was something he could finally do. He would convince whoever they spoke of to return.

Maybe he would find his answers as a result.

I can help. He said, quietly, but with confidence. What they were asking was not a fight, not in the way he heard it.