Sean squinted and rubbed at his earlobe, “I thought you said they’d be here soon?”
“But, you said that, like, twenty minutes ago. And twenty minutes before that.”
Torben focused a dark eye on Sean.
“Soon. Got it.” Sean looked back past the ridge, and over the clutch of snow tipped Spruce trees, “It’s just, I need to know they’re alright.”
Torben turned. He stretched out his neck and shifted on his feet, “It’s time.” He spread his wings and launched into the air, feathers shining like obsidian in the light of the rising sun.