The Proverbial War - Page 62/141

I did my best to follow him, but I was tripping over almost everything. He stopped with a disgruntled sigh and handed me back my glasses, "Here take these!" He said roughly.

"Thank you!" I said offering up my apology for really everything once again.

All I got was a grunt in response, but it was a start to communication. I followed along after him panting heavily in his wake as he attacked the ridge as if he was taking his aggression meant for me out on the trail leading upward. I was very grateful for that.