Diana!!
The mountain path narrowed as they climbed.
Ahead, Victor moved with steady steps, his boots brushing over rough stone like he was just out for air on a calm street. Trees closed in closer now. Underfoot, the earth wore a mat of pine needles. A cold hint slipped through the breeze - one that felt too sharp for this time of day.
A sound cut through the sky - just one cry from a raven. Then nothing.
Victor didn't slow.
A slow calm carried him forward, fingers loose, mouth just lifting at the corners. Danger, should it show itself here among the rocks, would find him unshaken.
A step behind and to his right, Lane moved with the bow ready. Dark eyes swept the tree line - sharp, unblinking. Light feet avoided crunching stones. Shadows got noted. Each flicker of motion weighed.
