“Deep, Stork. Through there.” Sabienn pointed beyond the tents behind Troot. “Check the back road. Anything. Cars, turf trucks. Just anything. Go.” He turned to Bray. “You’re with me. We need to check the next field.” The men all moved.
Gayler moved with Bray and Sabienn as they worked their way around the outer rim of the Festival. “Lim!” she cried. “Lim, where are you?” The three searched the outer holding pens, around the camping tents and common kitchen areas, calling as they went. They stopped to quiz bemused patrons but to no avail.
It was then that Bray stopped and stood still. “Oh no,” he said softly toward Sabienn. “I think I know where they are. He said it was a nice day for a swim.” He stared into Sabienn’s eyes. “Do you think he’s capable? He did it to a calf.”
Sabienn looke
