Deimos had told him that the Fangs had collapsed, and that only meant the tundra was even more dangerous than it always had been. The dragons that survived no longer had caves to hide in; the giants that made it out of the demolition were certainly hungrier than ever. "Sometimes its better to hunt with a partner, anyway." Noah offered a smile. He didn't want Talyson to feel as though he needed babysitting -- after his work defending the Citadel, that was certainly untrue -- but Noah was sincere in his worry.








