Jen saw the raised branch and turned to see Weaver. She saw him slow then hesitate. The look on Weaver’s face was one of childish awe.

Jen couldn’t see Jan, the creature separated them. She could see a large hook deeply embedded in its pinkish brown flesh. She had a branch too and had to shoo all sorts of vulturous birds away.

Weaver approached Jen first, to confirm what he saw. He wrote in the snow and shouted out the same so Jan could answer too. Sand-worm? Yes, Jen nodded. Many hunters falling from heaven, : ), and Jan boldly clapped while Jen grinned from ear to ear, rapidly nodding. Birds want spice? Jen hadn’t thought of this, the creature hadn’t been seen in almost fifty years.

Weaver drew a crude shape in the snow and Jen lunged and hugged him tightly. He shouted his plan over to Jan: “Let’s remove the entire front of The Sanctuary, and roll the worm in before hunting season. I’ll issue a Freedom Permit too.”

All three gathered together and schemed. Something’s alright here