“That second one heard me,” Mila said. She stood in the flowers, wiping the blood on her blade off on her pants. “It moved at the last second.”
“If it matters,” Elias said as he walked over to the first dead asil, “I didn’t hear a thing.” He studied the kill more closely and whistled as he took a look at just how clean the wound was.
“I don’t know if that is a good or a bad thing.” Mila put a hand on the dead alisk in front of her to roll it off the rock. It fell to the ground with a meaty thump to lie among the squashed flowers. “Help me take these back. The sooner we get these cleaned, the sooner we can eat.”
Elias nodded, pushing the alisk off of the rock in front of him. He grabbed it by the tail while it lay on the ground to drag back into the brush where he and Mila had establishe
