A group of small, mouselike creatures crawled out, sniffing the air. Sak squawked. She had never liked meekers. Let them through, Dusk commanded Kokerlii. A moment later, he could feel the minds of the meekers. Food? the three little animals sent to Dusk. Food? It was the most rudimentary of thoughts, projected directly into his mind. He sent back calmness, and fished out some dried meat for the meekers. As they huddled around it, sending him gratitude, he saw their sharp teeth and the single pointed fang at the front. One bite was enough to kill, but over the centuries, the little creatures
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