Iskandor’s eyes narrowed playfully as he caught the side glance Citadel sent his way, noting the flicker of amusement in his brother’s gaze. He let out a quiet huff, rolling his shoulders as he settled into step alongside him. “Guts?” he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “More like I didn’t think you’d get anywhere exciting without me.”
The night seemed darker here, the trees towering above casting deep shadows over the path they took. Iska felt the thrill of the unknown prickling at his fur, a sense of adventure that only grew stronger as Citadel laid out their choices. He gave a low hum, considering each option with a glint of intrigue. He bumped into his brother as he thought, mostly to be a nuisance.
“Redwoods sound good,” he replied, his tone casual yet daring. “But if we’re going for exciting… the Col at night.” He gave his brother a sidelong look, letting the challenge hang between them. The Col’s waters would be dark and still under the moon’s light, eerie if the books were right—and he was curious to see how Citadel would handle its chill.
