Within michrons of their appearance, these predators had surged into the middle of the herd, snapping at any of the smaller creatures they could reach. Two went down, distracting the predators while the others stampeded away.
“My. Is it always like—” I started to ask, but Charles held up a hand.
“Ain’t done yet.”
I continued watching as the trio of predators turned from the downed prey and took up pursuing the herd once more, driving them toward a field of thick, low lying foliage interspersed by huge broad leaves. Much of the herd moved through the field before the first of the smaller beasts stepped on one of the vibrant broad leaves, which suddenly sprang to life, curling up on the beast and dragging it toward what looked like a large pitcher of standing liquid in the middle of the f
