"What the hell are we doing here, Seattle?" Loyalty snapped as she looked around the dense forest, breaths visible as smoke in the cold air.
"I swear, the village isn't much farther! Just trust me on this!" Seattle hissed over his shoulder as they passed more trees and rocks. They were at the foot of the cliffs they called the Hunting Grounds, where they usually found smaller game like wolves. The Hunting Grounds rose thousands of feet into the air on a great plateau, leaving the wolves with only one way to escape the dragons; leap to their deaths at the bottom of the cliffs. Should one explore below the cliffs, they would find only frigid forests, nothing but pine trees for miles. Seattle said that he'd discovered a small village in the center of the extensive forests one day.
"If you're leading me on a wild owl chase, I'm going to tear you limb from limb and leave you for the hydras." Loyalty snarled, accidentally spitting a jet of acidic liquid with her words. Seat