Just like that, for a Cytha would be the power here. A life force, the giver of life, the decider of life, the repository of all animal life on the entire planet.
There was more than one of them, of course. Probably they had home districts, spheres of influence and responsibility mapped out. And each one would be a power supreme in its own district.
Momism, he thought with a sour grin. Momism at its absolute peak.
Nevertheless, he told himself, it wasn't too bad a system if you wanted to consider it objectively.
But he was in a poor position to be objective about that or anything else.
he screamers were inching closer, hitching themselves forward slowly on their bottoms.
"I'm going to set up a deadline for you critters," Duncan called out. "Just two feet farther, up to that rock, and I let you have it."
He'd get all six of them, of course, but the shots would be the signal for the general rush by all those other animals slinking in the brush.