“He’s out of my range!” I shouted.
Nobody responded. I had to double-check that Bitch hadn’t fallen from Bentley’s back. She didn’t look any better than she had a moment ago, and she looked out of breath.
Hmm. I’m beginning to suspect that hit to her stomach got her good.
I expected the pain of her injuries was taking its toll. As for Grue, I couldn’t really see anything but the back of his head and his shoulders while I clung to his waist. I didn’t get the sense that he was about to pass out, either.
At least you’ll notice it fairly quickly if he does.
No use in responding when you couldn’t spare the breath and everyone knew what the answers would be. We’d search for him at the last place we’d seen him. My territory.
Oh wait, they’ve already chased him out of the territory? I suppose that explains the mention of him avoiding the tripwebs.
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