38
PENN
The sun is high. The Fire Scales are hundreds, like a flock of scaled, fire-breathing crows. Like blood splattered on the pale, yellow sky.
Whiskers and his team of three have thrown a net over a smaller beast – but it is still as big as a warship.
They didn’t anticipate that. Their net is not nearly wide enough to incapacitate it, so they try to bind just its head instead.
They’ve shot the Fire Scale down with cross bows. Well, they’ve tickled its hackles and made it angry enough to come after them. When they report the kill for the Histories, they’ll say they shot the beast down.
Penn watches them, ready to offer his contract. But he thinks he’s overestimated Whiskers. This is a stupid plan.
He didn’t want to stray so far from Cody, but her team has cleaved in four
