If it had not been for the piebald markings on the alpha of the four-tokota pack Khalfani would have missed them. Now he doubled back, swooping lower to the treetops and scanning the ground underneath the boughs.
When he finally found them again he dropped from the sky like a stone.
Proc stopped to scent the wind. At her shoulder, Munchkin swiveled his small ears and looked around. At his signal the other two behind him stopped and looked around as well.
“I don’t hear anything,” Serenity said.
“Sssh!” Starlet cautioned. “If there is something out there we should be careful! We know we’re wandering in monster territory.”
“We’re not wandering,” Serenity said, “we’re meandering.”
“We are doing neither of those things,” came the gruff correction of Munchkin in front of them. “Do you detect anything?”
“Well,” Starlet leaned into another gust of wind, “i