Ugh! Is it so I find the fighting men of Sagharawite—huddled together like rabbits when the coyotes are after them?
Wacoba
(Scattering dust on her head.) Ai! Ai! My man, my man!
Simwa
Be still, you fool! Would you call up our enemies with your noise? (The wailing drops to a moan.) Put out that fire—they can sniff smoke as far as a vulture smells carrion. (Choco stamps out the fire.) You, Choco, do you show your face to me, misgotten whelp of a coyote! It was you who led the fleeing.
Choco
(Sullenly.) It was Tavwots.
Tavwots
By the Bear, you shall have a wound for that, though you ran too fast to have one in battle.
(He draws the obsidian knife at his belt.)