Porcupine Ridge but they're weird and they're wonderful

Just this once, he swore, it was good that someone stayed so close to him. Mainly because he feared that if she fell behind or if something happened he might not be brave enough to steal a glance.

Treacherous, indeed. His voice had grown thick. Heavy with the thinning air and the tiredness that threatened to grip his limbs. He had not wanted to voice his uncertainty about the bird's decisions to her but...if she started it. The privilege of eyes above. Words meant to be a whispered thing towards Losi.

Athens would not admit it but perhaps he was nervous he might offend the bird.

Yet he thought he spotted glimpses of color up ahead. Something other than the drab grey tones of all these rocks. It would be nice to find something closer to grass again. Maybe there was a valley or at least a creek to break alongside.

Look, He encouraged with a motion of his chin forward. Did she see it too? The potential for this land to have some kind of relief if they just went a bit further?

This was also a kind way for him to figure out if the mountain air had begun deprive his brain or not.