The frigid air whistled over empty space. The heel of a fighting finley came close to the cliff's edge, causing the snow to slide over. A snowball's worth landed on the head of a very pink draken. His right arm strained to hold his weight. His claws dug deep into the branches above him.
How did I end up here?
Last he remembered, he had been running amongst the other fighting teams, helping where he could. Helping his brother, keeping him safe. As Zyair did for him.
It was...
