“f**k, move,” hissed Leander. His pulse pounded so hot and hard through his body with adrenaline and just plain exertion, he felt like he’d explode. Eryx had made an impressive shot and hit the second poacher, but now the two were thoroughly spraying the hillside with fire, and keeping away from it was a problem.
“This way.”
“Not enough cover.”
“There’s a cave,” said Eryx. “We need to—”
One of the poacher’s fire came too close.
“Fine, go,” said Leander.
They made a dash and somehow made shelter, Leander half surprised they weren’t dead or injured. He followed Eryx to a section in the shallow cave where there was much less snow and leaned against the wall, panting.
“We should be dead.”
“Their aim probably sucks about now,” said Eryx. “They’re getting sluggish. You think they’ll try
