Dawn Treader Valley Það svíður mig í augun

She was trotting, they were running, so—naturally—there was quite the distance between them. Distance Asenéth held little interest in closing quickly.

And so when the sickly elk fell and the stranger faltered to switch their grip, there was still distance seperating them.

Ase's jaws parted into a silent pant, tongue once again swiping at her mouth. She smelled them all right.