That made sense, Fanglil thought, and he found himself laughing with his friends even if he wasn't even sure about what made him laugh so widely.
What was really important to him, however, was that the Mordecai couldn't do anything to him, nothing more than some common men, and that was enough to him.
Hearing Arken's question, Fanglil turned south, looking up toward where it was supposed to be the mountain's peek. Heavy clouds were hiding it, yet the wolf could guess how long they had to walk to reach it.
He waited some moments, thinking. They could also abandon the street and go westward, it would have been quicker, but he wasn't sure Arken could walk safely through all those rocks.
It was hard even for Fanglil in his wolf's shape not to fall down in the gorge, he couldn't imagine how dangerous would it have been with just two legs.
"Well, the road climbs up almost until the mountain's peek, so... probably by the end of the day, we'll be just arrived on the other side, then another day to walk down it, or maybe two... yes, I think we could be there in three or four days."