Undermist

Bailong watched with bated breath as Sevir and RuIng stood as far apart as possible from each other, head tilted, listening to the westerns roaming around, hunting, looking. In his vision, he couldn’t see any western beast taking the leap or descend into the crevice. While he flew, Prince Weylin may have followed. Or others. Or they could have been hiding in the middle of a scout party’s route.

How long or how far the crevice ran, they had no time to explore. The immortal king was still healing and the direction they had ventured to explore in had westerns coming in their direction. They had but one place to go.

What was he holding his breath for?

They had directly lowered into the crevice in the middle of the melting snow and didn’t leave a scent behind. It was entirely possible to evade the scouting westerns if there were no highborns among the scouting party. Bailong’s vision said so.