Howell took one ginger step and whimpered as his boot sank into the snow and his weight sank onto his definitely-not-broken ankle. He did not know how a whimper could sound loud and feeble, but maybe it was magnified to his own ears, or in the snow. Howell did not look at Sandow. Sandow had better not have heard that. (And if he had, he had better go to his grave pretending he hadn’t.)
“Keep moving,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he took some more steps. There – he could drag that foot along behind him, if he half-limped, half-hopped, in a pathetic, awkward way. He would not be as fast as Sandow – but hopefully Sandow would not fight him on this, and they would find the goddamned dragon. “I’m right behind you.”
“Keep moving,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he took some more steps. There – he could drag that foot along behind him, if he half-limped, half-hopped, in a pathetic, awkward way. He would not be as fast as Sandow – but hopefully Sandow would not fight him on this, and they would find the goddamned dragon. “I’m right behind you.”
