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. They didn't like the way these Talls talked, at all.
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At first dawn, the ladies packed as much bear meat as
they could carry, while the Lady Drule went looking for
tracks to follow. Krog tagged along, happy as a duckling
following its mother.
Drule searched northward, then stopped and scratched
her head. There had been tracks before, she was certain, but
now there were none. "Where they all go?" she wondered.
Krog squatted beside her, scratching his head in
imitation. "Who?" he asked.
"Highbulp an' th' rest," she reminded him. "Ones we
been tryin' to find."
He scowled - a frightening and fierce expression, on his
face. "Mama want find those ones?"
"Sure," the Lady Drule said. "Don't know where to look,
though."
"No problem," Krog said, standing and pointing
northward. "They over there."
"Where?"
"There. See smoke? That where other others go."
He seemed certain of it, so Drule said, "Fine. We go
there, too. Highbulp prob'ly need 'tendin' to 'bout now."
She called to the rest, and they set off northward - a
nine-foot creature guiding, a long line of three- to four-foot
creatures tagging after. In the distance, far across a wide,
sundered valley littered with the debris of nameless
catastrophe, was a ridge. Beyond the ridge, Krog said, were
their lost people. It would take all day to get there, Drule
guessed, but they had nowhere else to go.
It was midday when Drule and Krog rounded a spire of
rock that might once have been a mountaintop, and came
face-to-face with a stranger, a human, carrying an axe
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