“It came with the dark Tanu—and there were others as well. They marched with them like mastodons, attacked when they were told.”
Herilak did not like it in the slightest. “This is dangerous. Armed Tanu and these creatures. Where did they come from?”
“From the north—and they went back to the north. It may have been a hunting party.”
Herilak looked to the north and shook his head. “Then that way is sealed to us. So is the way west, at least at this place. We do not know how many of these dark Tanu there are, or how many longtooth run at their sides. We do not want to fight them. That leaves us only one direction to go.”
“South,” Kerrick said. “South through these hills. But there may be murgu there.”
“There may be anything there,” Herilak said, his face set in hard lines. “It does not matter. We must go. The desert may end there, the hunting may be good. Now let us go drink the sweet water. Keep guards out during the night. We leave at sunrise tomorrow.”