"Brother, what happened?" Rothrar sped towards us as Ramon made the landing on the verandah and set me on my feet. Unsurprisingly, Sylvira wasn't far behind her mate.
"We were attacked," Ramon replied with a stretch, the cracking of his bones loud for all to hear.
"Attacked?" Rothrar's eyes widened, and then his gaze moved to the burn on his brother's shoulder. "By what? A desert cobra?"
"No." Ramon shook his head. "It seemed to me more of a desert viper."
"Desert viper?" Sylvira's head tilted in typical fashion. "I have never heard or seen of such."
She glanced beside her at Rothrar for emphasis, and he shook his head.
"No one did," Ramon scoffed. "Until today."
"It did very terrible damage," Rothrar winced as his gaze returned to the burn. "Usually, none of these serpents are a ma
