Carved into stone, whitish lines flanked the flower, depicting a group of Jal’zar facing a leap of ushtis. A tiger-like animal with a spiked tail, Zerim had explained. He currently chased after a pink-plumed tendetu. After throwing himself onto the bird for the third time, the little sucker slipped through his grip and wobbled off. Again. “Get the damn bird!” “We’re trying!” Jerem shouted, arms wide and knees bent as he chased the poor thing toward Taheshi. “They’re a lot easier to kill than to catch.”
