Sentinel on the Trail

He’d paused on his way home, sitting at the southern end of the Fjord and chewing a strip of bison jerky by the waterside. It was tough and took a lot of work to get down, but he didn’t mind the effort at all. He used the time it took to map out the trail ahead, picking the best route up the Fjord that he could see.

He’d come down through the Fjord on his way to Auster, but going up was another deal. Some trails were better for going down than they were for going up. When he was decided on a pathway, he rose, and Chrystal flew ahead, gliding through the dusky evening light.

Shaking out his chocolate coat, armor and cloak rattling, he started forward with a sigh, tail swaying at hip height behind him as he started up the trail Chrystal had picked out. He was careful, taking his time and leaning close to the wall. He still remembered vividly the feeling of the ground dropping from under his paws, and the feeling of falling, crashing and striking stones on a very bumpy crash course down a mountain side. He didn’t want more broken legs and ribs, or to drown in the fjord.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think