Chapter Twenty-EightAfter determining that his Master was safe and in good hands, Sen crossed the room to where his mother was tending to a wounded Ixtrayu. A jagged scar marred the huntress's flat stomach, but her eyes were open, and she seemed to be relatively free of pain. As he watched, Lyala administered a small dose of her healing ability. Relief swam across the huntress's face.
“Mother?”
“Sen!” Lyala stood and embraced him.
He held her close. “I am happy to see you, and your tribe, alive and well.” He cast a glance down at the huntress, who stared up at them with a wry smirk. “What happened?”
“An arrow pierced Gruta's belly,” Lyala explained. “It took everything I had just to keep her alive. Even now, I only have enough strength to numb her pain. I worry that if we have to move
