Galen's lips pressed into a thin line, though the corner of his mouth twitched. "And yet caution is what keeps men alive long enough to win the war. You'll learn that, one day. Perhaps even you, Cael, if your temper doesn't burn the lesson away first."
Solen snorted quietly, leaning back in his saddle. "I'll take patience over temper any day. Though it's more amusing to watch you two argue than it is to march."
Cael gave him a sidelong look, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You're enjoying this too much, aren't you?"
"Someone has to," Solen said evenly.
The column pressed onward, the groans of the mountains mingling with the thunder of hooves and the growls of the Stoneback Black Bears.
