Their scent grew stronger, but she didn't seek cover. Two of them were crouched behind a large cactus about one hundred paces ahead, their bows perched to fire. Triala smiled. Nyaurans were not stupid, just not as smart as Ligarns. They thought things out better than most, but they stopped before they should have. The Nyaurans would have known she would see them huddled behind the cactus, so they must have hidden the third one closer in, waiting for her to approach so he could get a clear shot with the bow. Triala would play their game for now.
She ducked quickly behind a small rock, only five hands high, but enough to provide cover. To her right stood a thick copse of small brush interspersed with numerous rocks, and though none were so big as the one she lay behind, the cluster and mix
