There's a Llama

Rakia didn't shift her gaze from the forbidding cliffs, though she registered Aris's arrival and his words with a subtle twitch of her ears. His confidence echoed in her own resolve, solidifying it into something unbending, unyielding. A small, dry smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Then let's get it," Rakia said, her voice barely a whisper against the wind. She turned to Aris, her eyes holding the same unwavering determination mirrored in his own.

Their journey up the cliff began with cautious steps, picking their way carefully across the uneven terrain. Every so often, they would pause to study the tracks of their elusive quarry, their breath misting in the frigid air. The llama was a cunning creature, its path erratic and hard to follow. Yet, they journeyed on, guided by Rakia's uncanny tracking skills and Aris' unyielding determination.

As they ascended, the biting cold intensified. And just when she was about to reach peak annoyance, it finally came into their view. The llama, standing regally against the backdrop of stone and snow, its thick fur glistening under the pale winter sun. Its eyes met theirs for a split moment before it turned to continue its solitary journey up the mountain. Ohhhh no you don’t, you fuck.

"Rakia Perreau"