Razar pushed ahead through the thick underbrush leaving his companions a few steps behind. “Hold!” Baran Wardex shouted at the hound for the tenth time in as many minutes.
Hot, he was so hot. Cade opened his eyes to shadows dancing on the rock ceiling above him. A small fire was burning, the smoke layering the ceiling of the cave in black soot.
The morning broke with the two suns beating upon the three travelers. Cade was running at his usual ground eating pace. Magus slapped rhythmically on his strong back as he ran.