He stayed there, crouched, until he heard others climbing out and yelling orders for a counter-attack. Hopefully he would have enough time to climb up the hill and head upriver. That should take him away from the battle, and more importantly the Core. No doubt it was still looking for him.
“There you are!”
Framed against the blue sky, a stub-eared, furry head twitched its whiskers.
“Zeke!”
Zeke stroked his head with his paw. “You sure are good at finding the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“And you have to get me out of here…again.”
He nodded. “This way.”
Zeke hopped down to a trench lower on the hillside, closer to the advancing ships. The exact opposite direction Hunter would have headed, but he had learned not to question his friend. A quick skid led to him impacting the dirt at
