tyrant nodded and, backing away, silently moved towards the building.
The razorthorn that had gone ahead of them all stopped near the stakes and stared at the first people, roaring. Other reptiles slowly began to go around the goats. Among the lizards – so the hunters noticed with embodied eyes – there were also their cubs. And Ostroship, of course, when he saw the people, it was not for nothing that he stood on the lookout. Watching the brood and family, he felt threatened and watched the behavior of the pathfinders he met on the way. And the trackers, in turn, knew that if the lizard wanted to get to them, then the horns were unlikely to stop him. And it would be fine if there was one or several Sharpthorns – in the event of an attack on the camp, they could still be driven away or even defeated. But such a number – a whole herd – and would not leave a wet place from the detachment!
«In the name of Pangea, where are there so many of them – can anyone tell me?» Kuhn asked indignantly.
«I have no idea,» Taro replied. «Probably from where the Longnecks come from…»
«Did they also come out of the liana forest?» Tris asked.
«From the woods, apparently,» Vall suggested.
The hunters, standing on edge and looking at the reptiles, began to whisper to each other and discuss the very strange appearance of the Sharpthorns, and as soon as the brood went around the camp, the lizard that was on guard rumbled again and, turning around, went after the cubs. The rest of the Razorthorns walked serenely around the outpost, paying no attention to the first people at all.
«They don’t seem to be afraid of us,» Arwen said in bewilderment. – Where are they going?
«I can’t imagine,» said the shaman. «I’ve seen everything beyond my moons, but this is the first time!
«They’re going west, Vall, the same way the Longnecks were on the hill,» said Kun confidently.
Meanwhile, the Tyrant came out of the tent with torches. The reptiles, seeing the element of flame, stopped for a moment and turned their faces towards the sources of light. After snorting a little, they again moved on to their needs.
Vall returned the eyes of a human being and began to light the lights brought by the Tyrant. The hunters followed the example of the leader, and soon the camp of the first people was lit up with bright lights.
The spiked herbivores no longer reacted to the flames. Then the trackers climbed onto the ends of the goads to highlight what was happening better and take a closer look at the lizards, suspiciously calm that night. And to their surprise, the relatives, at a distance from the Sharpthorns, saw the running Jumpers.
– You just look! – Iris was surprised in a full voice. – And the birds are here!..
– Wall? Tarot? – At that moment, Salas came out of the halabuda and stood at the horns that were directed to the south side of the Bennettite plain. – What’s going on here?!
The light of the moon in the eyes of the young man brightly illuminated the vastness of the distance, as if twilight had just come, but Salas understood that it was long after midnight, and such a light surprised him. In addition, tiny green light sources flickered everywhere among the vegetation. They either were motionless, then flew in the air from place to place, then crawled on the ground, grass and leaves of shrubs. Immediately, about fifty paces from the camp, in a south-westerly direction, naked – without skin – silhouettes of reptiles flashed across the meadow, and the rumble that the youngster heard in the tent instantly turned into dozens of heartbeats. Shocked, Salas looked at what was happening, and at one moment he recognized the Vultures in the coherence of the lizards. A teenager had never seen so many scavengers. Their flesh raced across the field as fast as if they were being chased by hungry Rasaurs! Beyond the Vultures, other reptiles could be seen, huge herbivores treading among the cycads and palm trees. They were Fatskins and Tailtails. And between the thickets, the silhouettes of Piskunov were sometimes visible.
The hunters ran up to the young beater and climbed onto the goads. Illuminating the area with torches, the relatives tried to see what the youth saw there, but there was not a single lizard near the camp.
– What? What’s there? the Tyrant asked.
«Salas, are you imagining things, or what?» What did you see there? Wall turned his eyes. – There’s no one here!
The teen pointed into the distance. Meanwhile, Kun put out the torch and, incarnating the ghost of a hunter, pricked up his ears.
– Shh! – the shaggy man waved his hand to his relatives and froze.
The others also hid, still not understanding what Kun was up to. After a moment, the shaggy man said:
– I hear them! I don’t see it, but I hear it!
– Whom? Lizards? asked the grey-haired tracker.
«Yes, Magnar,» whispered Kun. «They are out there in the thicket. And a lot of them. So many!
The hunters, one and all, turned their eyes and began to listen.
– I can hear it too! Tris screamed.
– Yes Yes! the others chirped.
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