Following Dilan's descent, the group watched as he moved nimbly down the cliff face, like a monkey between branches. He had clearly assessed the cliff face for footholds before his decisive jump.
Omari didn't hesitate, following Dilan down. He carefully placed his feet where Dilan had stepped, yet despite his caution, Dilan quickly pulled ahead.
"Is that guy even human?" Omari muttered, incredulous. Dilan had been injured in the fight with the wolves, bitten deeply on his shoulder. Such a wound would have crippled most men, yet here he was, moving with impossible speed. Omari began to wonder if he was simply getting too old, his physical strength failing him.
The faint moonlight illuminated Dilan's path. He proceeded cautiously, each step deliberate and sure. He couldn't afford to
