Myo looked at his brother, Tis, as they hung upside down in the hollow of their tree. Tis was solemn, unmoving, as if he had no concern other than breathing.
But Myo was restless. He could taste the change in the air; the sun was sinking and soon they would fly out, across the foliage to the lake, where they would feast on flies and gnats for most of the night.
He shifted his feet, making his head sway in the air. Hunger gnawed at him; he could already smell the insects flying about. However, hunting before it was truly dark was dangerous. That’s how their mother had lost her life when they"d been just infants.
One moment she"d been pursuing prey using her echo, the next a bird, quick and sharp, swooped down and snatched her away, never to be seen again.
Fortunately, their cousins roos
