“Worth the trying,” Howell agreed, picking up his pace as they got nearer the newly-frozen river that would lead them up to one of the (usually) more accessible mouths of the cavern system. “They’d be able to melt themselves out, if they were turned the right way around, so...” If there was one of their dragons trapped, it would be especially antsy if it couldn’t even see its exit.
“If it gets hairy in there,” Howell warned, before they went any further towards the cave mouth – they had guessed right, it was rendered almost invisible by the snowdrifts – “you’ll get out and send up the sparks for backup, and I’ll wait with it.” It was a given, but all the same: needed to be said. Contingencies.
“If it gets hairy in there,” Howell warned, before they went any further towards the cave mouth – they had guessed right, it was rendered almost invisible by the snowdrifts – “you’ll get out and send up the sparks for backup, and I’ll wait with it.” It was a given, but all the same: needed to be said. Contingencies.
