[Climbing the cliffs had been a hell of a lot of work for relatively little gain. Far below them in the maze, the hunting party could move a lot more freely - and quickly - than the clifftops allowed them to. But it was better than nothing. Binoculars from the packs in hand, sprinting here and there for better vantage points, they at least had some view on what was going on. More than they would've done left down on the ground. And if there was any chance they could spot the Barithian with enough time to give the other hosts an advantage, they were at least in the right place for it.
Still, that doesn't stop Murphy from complaining as they have to run to another spot, mindful of the uneven rock beneath his feet and the edge of the cliff close to one side, coming to a stop to peer over and check where the party was.]
Should've forced one of those fake deer to come up here with us.
[He has vague recollections of vids of goats climbing mountains. If only alien machine horses were as useful.]
( CLOSED TO CLARKE + MAT )
Still, that doesn't stop Murphy from complaining as they have to run to another spot, mindful of the uneven rock beneath his feet and the edge of the cliff close to one side, coming to a stop to peer over and check where the party was.]
Should've forced one of those fake deer to come up here with us.
[He has vague recollections of vids of goats climbing mountains. If only alien machine horses were as useful.]