They set us down on a rocky hilltop. No vehicles, just our rucksacks and weapons. They lifted off as soon as we were clear. Whole operation: about twelve seconds.
I didn’t really understand why the hurry, until we caught sight of the herd through the binoculars. Twenty feet at the shoulder, easy. All muscle. “Damn, they’re big.”
“Yes, but we are not hunting them, we are hunting thing that hunts them.”
“Something hunts that?”
“Yes.”
“In packs?”
“No,” said the Duow. “Gorag hunt alone. Not worry, Gorag leave us alone. We too small to bother.”
I shuddered. “I hope so.”
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