Lying across the top of a flat boulder on the ridge’s rim, Ipos peered at the nefilim camp. He lowered his binoculars and whispered, “I count twenty-three nefilim. Eighteen of them are males.”
“Didn’t we count twenty-two males a couple of undecim ago?” Vapula asked.
“That’s correct.”
Vapula scooted up beside Ipos and gestured for the binoculars. “Which means the clan has either lost five males or they are out foraging.” She hit the autofocus button on the binoculars and studied the clan in the clearing some four hundred metres down a densely wooded slope.
“How many non-nefilim are there?” Hovard asked.
Vapula and Ipos scooted backward and squatted behind the boulder. “When we saw them before, there were maybe twenty sapien females and no sapien males. Now there are also a handful of n
