The Nuwe'rak princess seemed comfortable in the trenches, which suggested she'd spent time hunting here before.
"The territorial predators don't appreciate intrusion, but they're manageable in small numbers."
Swana walked beside Jorghan, her hair catching what little light filtered down into the trench. She'd insisted on coming because she knew more about the beasts.
Jorghan suspected she just wanted an excuse to get away from the dwelling for a day.
"So these sand beasts," Swana asked, her voice echoing slightly off the stone walls.
"How big are we talking? House-sized? Horse-sized? 'Oh no, that's a person-sized predator' sized?"
"Varied," Ski'ra replied without turning around. He had already learned about them within this short span.
"Some are small—manageable. The large ones are the size of a small cart. They're armored, aggressive, and they hunt in families. The real challenge is distinguishing the hunters from the herd animals."
