Hunter just gave the man a rough grin.
Galvante answered Hunter’s grin with a sneer. “You’ll wish you had better aim in a moment.” But even as he tensed to fire his own weapon, the sound of snapping logs came from the jungle to the north. Galvante’s pango gave a low whimper, shifting its weight from side to side, and Galvante had to pause to lay a hand on its neck to calm it before it threatened to push him over.
“What did you—” he started to ask Hunter, but before he could finish the sentence, a trio of the “biggons,” the same predators we’d seen earlier, burst into the open clearing.
“You fool!” Galvante snapped, dropping to one knee and swinging his 8825 Special to bear. He only had time for one shot, though it landed true on the closest of the three charging predators. The monster s
