Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Bael felt a slight panic in her a chest at the words he was hearing. He looked around, trying to register every single face and trying to put names where he could. Leandra. Rin, was it? Simon. Alec. Jimbo, Duik, Wednesday, Cerci. Zoe. Eos. Luness? Agent Strong. The quiet boy with a wolf.
Bael took a deep breath and grabbed a hand gun, putting on the holster and leaping back onto the snowmobile and following the others. He didn't want to dwell on his fears and did his best to focus on everything else; the trees, boulders, mountains, small, brave shrubs. Everything. Anything.
Bael took a deep breath and grabbed a hand gun, putting on the holster and leaping back onto the snowmobile and following the others. He didn't want to dwell on his fears and did his best to focus on everything else; the trees, boulders, mountains, small, brave shrubs. Everything. Anything.