"We could explore some caves, we could, we could. Or you could finally take us to where your fastbiter friend lives, you could you could." Ducky said.
"Deon? Yes, I certainly could. If you'd be interested. I do know some caves that lead to where his herd can often be found." Diver said.
"Fastbiter friend?" Mim asked.
"Yes," Diver said, "He traveled with my other friends and helped us to find our families who had by then formed a mixed herd. He could follow their smell even when there were not footprints to follow. And we met his herd along the way." Diver said.
"Following the herd looking for stragglers no doubt." Mim remarked, knowing how most sharptooth were.
Diver shook her head, "No, he said his herd eats mainly fish and other things that do not talk. They only eat things that talk if it attacks them first. They don't hunt things that talk. And he knows 3 languages. sharptooth, flattooth and a whistle language." Diver said.
"Whistle language?" Mim asked, interested.
"He said his great grandfather got the idea, and learned flattooth from an old flier friend he met once who told him of other places, including how in the big big water there are swimmers who can talk in a whistle language to others far away." Diver said.
Ducky nods, "Mo could do that. Some others farther away told us how to get to a place where we then knew the way back to the great valley." She said.
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"Cera." Petrie called out from where he was flying closer to where she was.
