"Show-off," Krem calls up after him with a soft chuckle, watching him with one hand on his hip for a moment then starting around to find a path that would be much easier for himself and Harding to take. After all, scaling the rock face is one thing, but they might still be able to find clues or traces as to what had happened to the other men that were supposed to have been there with the scout and supplies.

There's a gap, something that could serve as a footpath upward if one was a ram, or a talented scout. So he whistles for Harding's attention then nods up, letting her go ahead of him.