Chapter Twenty
Hector was enjoying himself. Since their mission had been properly explained to the tribesfolk of the Storm, the atmosphere of the camp had altered entirely. These humans were quite willing to take in the abandoned twins, and suitably impressed by the heroism and industry of the canini who had rescued the pair and kept them alive for months. Once Hector had dropped to sit cross-legged with his back to the wall of Huntmaster Marin’s tent, he had not looked so big or so strange. The sunlight filtered through the waxed canvas walls had dimmed the silvery sheen of his skin, and when he added his own store of knowledge to the conversation about the human babies, first the elders and then the other tribesfolk had begun to accept that he was no threat to them. Hours had passed whi
