Interference

“From here on, we will go on foot.” His father announced upon arrival with Bailong. And so they had been walking for about an hour and entered a long tricky pass through the side of the mountain. RuIng was far ahead of them, bent forward, fighting the icy winds, shivering with every step.

He was far back with his father, and Bailong was behind them. Though healed, he was still struggling to walk, because of some pain in his sides. His father offered another long feather, but Bailong stuffed it in a pouch instead of using it.

His father’s gaze on RuIng was sharper than it should have been. He elbowed his father. “Stop it.”

His father rolled his eyes and muttered, “typical turncoats.”

He rolled his eyes as well and looked at Bailong. “What did you tell him?”

Bailong shrugged, “everything.”