She did so. The thing had dipped lower.
It was definitely a yak’nu’wiv’mi| – I recognized the tufted tail, the long neck, the sharp-edged wings. “tha’sask|>||” said Ra’fa’kat’wei.
Ki’shto’ba received this and said, “What is the matter?”
We told everybody, and then it was A’zhu’lo that swore. There was no cover in that area, so we quickened our pace. Ra’fa’kat’wei and I continued to watch the sky.
The creature – there was only one – dropped lower. And then we both saw something.
“Ki’shto’ba,” I said, “he has only one rear leg.”
“For sure, he is Hak’tuk!” exclaimed Ra’fa’kat’wei.
“How can that be?” said A’zhu’lo. “The ei’tot’zei| said the others would kill him.”
Ki’shto’ba’s legs had not missed a step. “Or drive him away, they said. It seems he survived my slashes but has lost his Mothers.”
“He is alone,” said Twa’sei, crowding up against Ki’shto’ba.
“He cannot be happy,” said Wei’tu.
“Perhaps he is thinking of revenge,” said A’zhu’lo broodingly.
“I do not know about you,” said Za’dut, “but we just got over one attack by that sask’zei|. I would prefer a challenge I have not experienced before.”
We continued to scuttle along as fast as we were able. The Storm-Wing circled in the sky over our heads for some little while. His position never changed in relation to ours, so I was sure he was watching us.
Then suddenly he wheeled and veered away toward the southwest. I do not know where he went. At the time I had no desire to know. Just then we saw the shapes of fortress buildings ahead of us and soon we were safely inside the walls of Gut’akh’zi, huffing with relief.