“Where are we going?” If Deerlegs weren’t so exhausted, her voice would be filled with annoyance. As it was, her tone was as still as flat as her disheveled feather crests, which plainly displayed both her fatigue and her irritation at their situation.
She helped Embargo along, nudging him and guiding him when he stumbled and lost his footing. If they were in Highcliff, he would have been told to stay in a cave ...