"Tai'dra no!" Janus sobbed as he dismounted from Lizzie.
His mind was in a whirl. He tried, and failed again and again.
Around Tai'dra was a small herd of beasts, the juveniles and runts of the group. They didn't stand a chance once the stampede started, they were trampled by the larger, stronger creatures of the herd.
A few seconds was all it took. Janus did not expect the Prowlers to fire on an unarmed man -- and a prince at that. He didn't expect his gesture to be ignored. He wanted to do the deed alone, but couldn't have managed it without Tai'dra's help.
The menagerie was their project. All of these creatures were their pets, now they were all in a mess.
At the same time, the village went into an all out war. Something that he desperately tried to avoid. Foolish,
