A rider and her mount were traversing the very same cliff. Dessa slunk forward, her glistening body seeming to melt its way down the cliff-side as she descended. Webbed, surprisingly delicate feet grasped sheer rock and made almost no sound at all. Sef was seated on her back, strapped into a light saddle designed to keep her secure on some of Dessa's more daring climbs and leaps.

Dessa showed signs of agitation - something Sef trusted to mean they weren't alone - hence their careful, measured descend to the outpost where they planned to restock on supplies.