"The rift you fell from," he growled, his voice still hot but no longer mocking. "It wanders. Near the Rock Wall. I will take you there."
"You—!" he rasped, ice crystals falling from his singed whiskers. rivals of aether ness
The clearing was silent but for the hiss of Zetterburn's cooling fur and the drip of melting frost. The lion glared at him, a thousand-year hatred burning behind his eyes. But he was also, for the first time, truly seeing the boy in the striped shirt. Not a curiosity. Not prey. "The rift you fell from," he growled, his