Kuru stood his ground bravely as the ship flamed down from the sky. Truly this was a great and terrible moment. He must warn his people to-- Kuru paused, his stone knife poised above the half-skinned kill. He listened, at the same time twitching his sensitive nostrils in an effort to read the messages of the wind. But there was nothing in the air for his nose to read. Rather, it was sound that gave him warning.…
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