"And you are such a help, I can already tell." The black Longneck snarled. "I do not know if you noticed, but I hurt her because of you, thrice-damned Threehorn!"
Yes, he was old. Yes, he was too big to run. No, he could not be outpaced. For every 5 steps Zimba took, he took one. And for the first time in a very long time, there was murder in his eyes.