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body with those wide welcoming hips. Fucking her
over and over had counted as one of the best nights of his life.
Maybe the best night ever. He couldn’t wait to do it
again.
    As he trailed behind Gelan, Wynhod
mentally shook his head. He’d never been so distracted. After one
intoxicating night with Dani, he suspected Kalquor’s threatened
extinction alone didn’t account for his race’s obsession to clan
Earther women. He wondered if Dani was a typical example of her
kind. If so, it was a wonder Kalquorian clans weren’t fighting to
the death to gain Earther childbearers.
    Wynhod made himself concentrate on
making noise. Hunting down Dantovon’s monstrous sheclir
demonstrated how silent he’d been trained to be. It took effort to
not move noiselessly, even in the dense undergrowth. One of a
Nobek’s first lessons was to stalk prey quietly. Capturing the
brutal sheclir Gelan prized so highly was not like most big game in
that you killed it as it came to kill you.
    Wynhod looked at his Dramok’s wide back
as Gelan stomped rhythmically through the jungle. He couldn’t see
his leader’s face, but the Nobek knew the expression he wore; a
vicious, fang-baring smile. One could almost feel sorry for the
great burrowing creature the clan stalked. Gelan lived for the
hunt, tracking and killing with a

    ruthlessness that impressed and
terrified all at once. Wynhod often wondered if his clanmate hadn’t
been mis-classified. Gelan was a fine leader to be sure, but he
certainly would have made a hell of a Nobek.
    Krijero stomped behind them, his heavy
tread not an attempt to lure in the sheclir. He stumbled
occasionally, his muttered curses easily discernable to Wynhod’s
sensitive hearing. The awkward Imdiko liked the outdoors as well as
they did, but he preferred much quieter pursuits like fishing or
hiking, which was on tomorrow’s itinerary. The vacation had been
planned for all three to enjoy their hobbies of choice. Wynhod’s
love for mountain climbing would be addressed later in the week.
Dantovon’s Mount Trud was far steeper and a better challenge to his
skills than the mountain the clan lived in back on
Kalquor.
    But first they had to catch and kill
the sheclir, which swam the earth beneath them like a fish swam
water. The sooner they accomplished that, the sooner they could
return to the bright lights of Ler and the other delightful
activities available.
    A furred winged critter no bigger than
his pinkie fluttered in front of his nose. As he batted it aside
Wynhod griped to himself, “I hope this damned thing shows up soon.
I’d like to get back to the city in a few hours.”
    Gelan’s chuckle let him know the Dramok
had overheard him. “Your impatience wouldn’t have anything to do
with an Earther, would it?”
    Wynhod couldn’t help the grin that
spread over his face. Dani had been a revelation. He’d had the good
fortune to bed one of the rare females of his own race, and even
she hadn’t felt so good. Not so soft and clingy on the insides. “I
admit, I’m reconsidering our decision to not clan a
Matara.”
    They reached a small clearing where the
underbrush was only ankle-deep. Gelan halted forward progress, but
he kept stomping in the monotonous rhythm that supposedly attracted
the sheclir’s attention. Wynhod matched him.
    Krijero’s attempts weren’t quite as
precisely timed as his clanmates’ but Wynhod didn’t think the
sheclir would mind. It would only care that a meal awaited it above
ground. If there was a sheclir within twenty-five miles, it would
find them, and the fight to kill or be killed would
commence.
    Krijero looked unhappy, and Wynhod knew
it had nothing to do with the bloodthirsty beast that might be
bearing down on them even now. The Imdiko’s protest proved him
right. “There are too few Earther females to go around. I don’t see
why we should drive ourselves crazy competing for such an unlikely
prize.”
    Wynhod found his most soothing tone.
“No other clan is