No

As they began the long trek up a steep mountain, Nim began looking around warily.

“What’s wrong?” Almora queried.

Nealinim murmured. “We’re in the Black Mountains.”

“Yes.” He nodded. “That is a concern as well.”

“What is a concern?” Catching the tail end of the conversation, Lon was alarmed.

“Dogs of Battling.” Disseus responded.

Everyone knew the animals belonged to the demon master, Radix. And would obey Nierwae if he bid them to do so.

They could be reporting our location back to the demons now. Disseus was unsettled by that thought.

Almora flinched at the prospect of running into the evil creatures. Remembering their scaley, bark like coats, and the slinking way they moved.

“What exactly is a Dog of Battling?” Lon looked anxiously around at them.

“You don’t want to know.” Almora said softly.

“Grand.” Lon swallowed. “And what exactly do those do?”

Eat whatever Rad