"Reynard….What. The. Frick."
We had both succeeded in reaching the top of the tower after a long trek estimating over 20 minutes of pain and suffering. Zoie's shoes had started to wear out and the soles of my feet were poking through, making it unbearable to stand on the cold, hard concrete.
On top of the tower, there was a large, glassless window, with nothing but a few metal bars to protect one from the outside world. But this purpose had been eliminated as the bars had been pulled apart to make an opening for a larger than average human-being by none other than the very Reynard.
My feet had been hurting so much that I had unsuspectedly went and sat on the concrete ledge of the window as other than that, the tiny room on top of the tower was bare, except for a few threatening hooks on the ceiling.
The stairs had been damp and pitch black all the way up but now that we were near the window, cool air was coming through along with moonlight.
