Silvertip Mountain thestral

@Dragomir & @Astara. set for early tomorrow morning, before dawn. glass cave. light rain.

the pair were young and fueled by wariness of discovery, but going was still slow. merrick discovered quickly that carrying an unconscious child created a dense saddling that caused his muscles to cramp, his legs to ache.
however, they could not stop; they moved onward, along the outer edge of the coast. night fell and brought with it a wash of cold rain which followed the yearlings into the wee hours of morning. any attempts made by the boy to rouse himself under the deluge were checked, and sharply. 
a cave beckoned the sodden pair and their charge — merrick descended gratefully into the crystal-lit depths, splashing deliberately through the pools of water upon the floor. too tired to marvel at the eerieness of the place, merrick deposited the pup in the furthest corner and sat down with a weary sigh and a smattering of dark laughter.