Squirrel sought Gerbil, wondering where she was. His dark baby coat had fallen out and been replaced by a sleek, shining black, velvety coat of fur that seemed to have come off of an Oriental rug.
Rat had finally gotten Tamarin's attention and now they were both watching the camp. They both knew of a small pup who hid in the bushes, a large white wolf who stood in the clearing, and of the presence of several wolves in the herb den. They were on the verge of licking their chops and drooling.
Sandpiper crouched and pounced on a small female elk. She rolled and tussled with it, the sheer weight of the deer-like creature nearing crushing her. But with a few rakes of her strong, sharp claws and some savage bites at the neck, the elk was dead. "Kouprey!" she called. "Here's one! Let's kill some more and then bring them back to camp."
