Moonspear In all my years of living

His answer puzzled her for a moment before Pie realized he must have misunderstood her question slightly. No matter, she thought, smoothing her brow and maintaining a friendly smile. Hakamele didn’t seem to have a preference and he insisted he was feeling up to anything.

Let’s stick to the mountain then, Tiuttuk decided. The terrain is a bit more difficult to navigate but I know my way around pretty well, so I’m sure we can come up with something. If not, there’s always the caches, she added, naturally oblivious to his inward sentiments.

She pivoted smoothly on a black heel and began her ascent, hopefully with Hakumele in tow. She would normally run up the slope with the grace and speed of a mountain goat but she kept the pace much slower to accommodate her new pack mate.

What happened to you? Like, how did you get hurt? she asked as they climbed, hoping it wasn’t too nosey a question.