If Pheyus was indeed part of a legend, he had no doubt as to the identity of his counterpart. He had only met her once, the day before, but there had been no mistaking the magic of Shayla. Her enchanting aura was still sparkling through his mind. He cruised the company mimicking her whistle, which in itself sounded more like the crystal song of a Humpback than the simple name of a Stenella.
After having just passed through enormous swells of anchovies, the company glided contentedly along the Border. Even the yellowfin had eaten well. Both societies drifted effortlessly with the current, as they relaxed with full bellies. Pheyus scanned the company with echo clicks, searching for groups of adult females. He had no idea who Shayla normally traveled with, but figured she would be easy enou
