You try to think back to what Betty told you about her time with the sandraptors.
You recall asking if their burrow ever had to deal with a tunneler. She said one did make its way through while she was there; the raptors didn’t try to fight it off, instead they focused on keeping their lizard-worms out of its path.
So. Your wagon might not be as large as a tunneler, but it’s a respectable size. If you can get these raptors to think you’re a predator, and not prey, they might just get out of your way.
Well. You’ve been getting a lot of practice with bird noises lately. You make the loudest crowing sound you can.
It seems to be working. The raptors scatter, and you can push forward without trouble. You keep crowing until you make it past the herd.
Finally, you relax and allow yourself to stop.
Which is why it’s very strange that you can still hear cawing. Did you attract a real crow?
You glance around, but you can’t see anything. Other than a sandstorm some distance away.
Regardless – you spot a small oasis not far off. That’s the meeting spot. You hope things go smoothly.
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You’re now Corvus again, and you’re on the floor because apparently someone thought it was a good idea to drive the wagon very fast all of a sudden without giving the passengers any warning. Well, there were crow noises, but they weren’t exactly clear.
Your first thought is that damn fool Long better not have gotten stabbed because of the sudden change in momentum.
Your second thought is that you’d better pick yourself up and see what’s going on.
So. What’s going on?
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