Chapter 119

• Dusk comes, but we easily decide amongst ourselves that we’re going to push on. We sail into the evening, watching as the sky above the mountains turns orange, then red, then dark purplish like a bruise when night falls.
• Malix bumps into me with his shoulder as we make our way across a flat stretch of land. You ever wanted pups, kitty?
• Startled by the out of the blue and somewhat intimate question, I trip over my own feet. Luckily, I’m quick enough to right myself before I hit the ground snout-first, and I reroute my paws to continue racing forward. Um. I guess I’ve never given it any thought. You?