Chapter 7
Ranaui was someone known to Selati. The tiny Caniean was night black from the top of his spiky hair to the tip of his tail and Aleledai praised this one’s skill for hiding. Spy, that was the word Aleledai used. A foreign word to Selati, but he understood enough to know Ranaui hadn’t run across his path by accident.
“Where is the Commander?” Ranaui demanded. His voice was soft, quiet, as though he physically couldn’t speak louder than a shadow. After a second’s thought, maybe it was because the hour was before dawn. Since this was the first time he had heard Ranaui speak, he couldn’t know for sure.
“Asleep in our tent.” Selati hooked a thumb over his shoulder, back the way he had come. A smug grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. Aleledai had a restless night and Selati fina
