Arrick clambered up the trunk with Ophir near his tail, paws gripping for purchase on the bark. They rose into the canopy line, two green and crimson blurs, until the marten found a broad limb stretching out into space with a view further south down the road. Ophir crouched behind him. Both were intent on the …
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