Pangaea smiled, grateful for the praise both Mr. Threehorn and Rick had given him, but at the same time feeling bashful about receiving it. He was astonishedóand hugely relievedóthat Mr. Threehorn had shown no pain whatsoever as he had pulled out the spearhead. Obviously those anesthetic treestars really did the trick.
“Glad I could be of help,” he said, unsure of how to properly reciprocate Mr. Threehorn’s gratitude, “Just...think about what I suggested to you, about being considerate of other folks’ views before you denounce them.”
He took a moment to examine the slightly bloody spearhead, then jammed it
point-first into the ground, pushing on the end to drive it deep into the soil, so that it couldn’t hurt anyone else.
“There,” he said, “Now to get you bandaged up. I assume that’s what the crawler web is for.”
Pangaea set to work wrapping Mr. Threehorn’s wound with the spiderweb he had collected earlier. It made a surprisingly effective bandage, being naturally sticky, and absorbent to boot. It was also very strong, as it was a rather large spider that had spun it.
“There ya go,” he said to Mr. Threehorn when he was finished, “Hopefully that’ll hold for a while.”
He then turned to Tria, who, up until a moment ago, had been so quiet that he had hardly paid her any heed. “Actually, Tria,” he said, “when I left the Rock Circle, everyone else seemed to be making plans to fix that hole in the Great Wall. I’m guessing that’s where Cera and Tricia are right now. Maybe we should head there.”
“And...I, uh, don’t believe I caught your name,” he said to Rick.
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Screech, who until now had been resting in front of the now nearly fleshless kill, reluctantly got to his feet.
“I didn’t expect you’d still be this eager to catch that flyer, after what happened last night,” he grumbled to Red Claw, “And if I may say so, it didn’t take the entire valley to stop us then. Still, if I’ll have a chance to get that accursed gliding creature while I’m at it, I’m in.”