Damien kept moving, the rocky terrain rough underfoot. His legs felt like jelly after the climb, but he pushed through, knowing he needed to get as far away from the nest as possible. The wind picked up, howling through the mountain range, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and cold stone. He hugged his arms closer to his body, trying to keep the chill at bay.
"Could be worse," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder. "Could still be hanging off that cliff."
The mountains loomed ahead of him, their peaks sharp against the cloudless sky. He had no idea how far he'd come, but the screeches of the birds had faded into the distance. That was a good sign, at least. Now, he just needed to figure out where he was going.
