I opened my mouth to argue, but Damar stepped forward, his movements fluid and silent. He looked at Noah, then back at me, his expression unreadable.
"I remember the way," he stated simply. "My kin do not forget the layout of the land once we have tasted its dust. I can lead a party through the blind spots of the predators. I can navigate the marshes where a wolf would sink and a bear would be too loud."
Noah tilted his head, his dark eyes meeting Damar's. "It is a long journey. The spring rains will make the rivers swell. You would be leading a tribe of timid rabbits—hundreds of them—through territory that views them as nothing but a traveling feast. It will be the most grueling march of your life."
