Moonspear princes who adore you

Well, Pie riposted, enjoying the banter that had sprung up between them, then Katmai should accept his place as the pack’s jester now, then. Kinusi is not only beautiful, she is many other wonderful things besides. Her tail switched. I’m certain he’ll have no regrets, in any case. She’s absolutely worth the price of admission. Feeling foolish isn’t too steep.

Speaking of steep, there was concern mingled with sympathy as she glanced at Kindle. It seemed to her he was trying to downplay the altitude’s effects on him, which Tiuttuk totally understood. Showing vulnerability in front of someone one didn’t know well was something she tried to avoid as well.

Hoping he would emulate her, consciously or otherwise, Tiuttuk made a point to sit still and draw in long, deep breaths. She never quite achieved the sensation of fullness in her lungs, though the shallow feeling improved somewhat. As her heartbeat steadied, Pie considered her love/hate relationship with climbing this high. It was exhilarating and often worthwhile, though this price of admission was quite literally steep.

Those, she said when Kindle spotted a duo of bighorn sheep deftly climbing a ridgeline across one of Moonspear’s many passes, are bighorn sheep. Not to be confused with mountain goats. They’re more surefooted than we can ever be, plus they come with a formidable rack of horns. But if you have enough wolves—and luck—they’re quite the prize. The meat is tender and you’ll never own a softer skin.

Treepie paused to take a breath, squinting her yellow eyes at the two distant silhouettes. They certainly didn’t seem to struggle with the thin air, probably because they had large lungs. They were a delicacy to the wolf, who licked her lips at memories of hunts past.

One of the best ways to kill one is to use the drop, Pie mentioned.

It was probably self-explanatory, though she intended to elaborate on what she meant by that. Instead, a wave of blackest terror washed over her, inexplicable as it was sudden. It snatched the breath right out of her lungs and set her to trembling slightly. Treepie didn’t understand what was happening, though by now she knew enough to suspect the black hole in her mind, which indeed seemed to pulse and shudder in the root of her brain.