Wild Berry Meadow It was all she had

Kaiaka insists it was merely some sort of platitude. Vermouth squints. He notes the look she gives them; the sigh through her nose; her mumbling; and, finally, the way she telegraphs her intent to depart imminently. This time, he makes no effort to dissuade her. He doesn’t bother saying goodbye, either.

Turning to Vixen, he opens his mouth as if about to say something. Instead, he pauses, brows raising, then shakes his head and snorts. He swings his pale yellow gaze due westward, fixing on the mountain range looming in the distance.

“I’ll decide when we get closer,” he says to himself, or maybe to Vixen, as he begins striding in that direction, “whether we’ll go around, or up and over.”

He says nothing else, just shuts his mouth and speeds up to a trot, then a lope and, eventually, a ground-eating gallop.

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