Bem examined his son carefully, then when he was finished, stepped away, looking quite pleased. Moriti was very tall for his age, almost as tall as him; his short wiry coat revealing a play of muscle that would not have been possible if he were a little younger; and his molten-brown eyes alert and cautious.
"I'll take this one," he said.
"What is he talking about?" Moriti swung around and looked at his mother; the moonlight making his eyes twinkle in the thickening darkness.
Obi released a low growl. He knew it was no use, but the very sight of Bem was enough to set him off.