The air has come to life around us, shushing with strength and a sharp coolness boosted by the speed as it rushes at us, bringing all sorts of smells with it.
The ropes and metal parts that keep the structure we are on from falling into pieces clicked and clacked into each other, joining the wind as the cables move like flags in the breeze.
"Is our turn brother." I say to Hunthor, making him stop playing with the hounds and come closer to take my place.
"Already? Oh, man, ok, I'm going." He says as I stretch my paws in front of me and finally move from that place, only for my brother to sit there and immediately light his fur ablaze.
"And don't sleep in service this time."
"Alright alright!"
