With her claws threatening to poke out from her fingers Akal cast a demeaning glare in Hail's direction and turned back for the village. "I will leave you to your charge, Hail. Know that if he lays one hand upon my tracker, I shall gut him. Full hunter, or not."
As the leader of the Willher Trackers returned to the bustling paths of the village, two figures emerged from the brush line across the clearing from Hail. Working to calm his composure, he focused his attention on the bodies moving in his direction.
Instantly he recognized the faces of the human and his mate that had gone out that morning. What came as a shock to him was what they carried along in with them.
Michael's waist was strewn with three Jackalope and several other small captures; a fair-sized deer hung over his shoulde
