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“A what?” I yelped.
“Trouble!” Caius told me as he grabbed my hand and tugged me in the opposite direction as the dust storm.
I glanced over my shoulder and watched the front guard of the stampede hit the tents at the edge of the encampment. Poles and canvas toppled beneath their scurrying little feet as the fink finally came into view. This was my first time seeing them alive, and they weren’t much prettier than when they were dead. Their short coarse hair was brown and their tails were long and thin like that of a rat. The snout on their faces was smushed like a beaver’s tail and their eyes were as round as a bead and as red as a ripe tomato. The greatest difference between them and a normal rat, other than their flat schnoz, was their long, almost ungainly legs. The limbs we
