A soft murr came from inside. David and another man took hold of the wagon’s side and carefully lowered it open. The sphinx lifted her head, casting her gaze deep into David’s eyes. She arose slowly, her legs and wings a little stiff, and ambled out of the nest over to him. Her face was pale, her hair matted, her limbs seemed scrawnier, but more noticeably her normally healthy lips were dried and cracked. She more resembled a mangy alley cat than a majestic lioness. She moaned softly.
murrDavid wondered if maybe her encounter with the Jenglots had made her ill. He leaned in close, hoping the others would not hear. “I’m sorry that you are sick. You didn’t have to save me from the Jenglots, but you did. Thank you, for that.”
She smiled weakly.
“I want to make sure you get better. But I
