"Because of the way he sees things?" Again he smiled. "A poet's reason, I'm afraid. But I see."
The thin shriek sounded behind them, and they turned to see the hulking form crouched on the rocks above them.
"Uh-oh," said Urson, "there's your cute friend."
"I hope we haven't picked up a tag-a-long for the rest of the trip," said Geo.
It loped down over the rocks and stopped just before them.
"What's it got?" Iimmi asked.
"I can't tell," said Geo.
Reaching into the bib of its animal skin, it brought out a gray hunk of meat and held it toward them.
Iimmi laughed. "Breakfast," he said.
"That!" demanded Urson.