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here with grazer weight pulling there. No time for
curious-looking."

"You did better than I, old friend," Bom admitted,
as he climbed up toward the furcot. He tested a liana,
found it firm, and started off in the direction of the
murderous sounds. "I think we'd betterтАФ"

"No." A glance over his shoulder showed the furcot
with his great head lowered and moving slowly from
side to side in imitation of the human gesture of
negation. Three eyes rolled toward the path they had
been following.

"So far, lucky be we, person Bom. Soon though,
others grazer to smell will begin. We will fight have
to every step to Home. To Home go first. This
other"тАФand he nodded in the direction of the break-
ing and crashingтАФ"I would talk of first with the
brethren, who know such things quickly."

Bom stood thinking on the woody; bridge. His in-
tense curiosityтАФor madness, if one believed many of
his fellowsтАФpulled him toward the source of the
sounds, however threatening they had been. For a
change, reason overcame. Ruumahum and he had
been through much in the killing and carrying of the
grazer. To risk losing it now for no good reason was
unsound thinking.

"Okay, Ruumahum." He hopped back onto the
bigger branch and started toward the village again.
A last look over his shoulder still showed only speckled
greenery and no unnatural movement. "But as soon
as the meat's disposed of, I'm coming back to find
out what that was, whether or not you or anyone
else comes with me."
"Doubt it not," Ruumahum replied knowingly.

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