The Runaway (2)

Krow shook his head at Ebry. "They're his horses."

"But the waste, Krow! Think of it."

"Not our waste."

"I came to you for support," Ebry all but whined, theatrically pressing the back of his hand to his eyes.

He really was related to Morumain.

"I support the view that a person can do whatever they want with their belongings." Krow felt whole organizations of animal conservators on Earth look around suspiciously, feeling the need take up arms at the blasphemy that came out of his mouth.

He made a mental note to delete that clip from his personal database as soon as he logged out. 

He looked around. 

The vid-owl appeared to have gone up a level in Stealth; he couldn't see it anywhere.

His video records would always be pinned to the same three angles, plus the avatar perspective, so the lurking thing should be around somewhere.

A hand clamped on Krow's shoulder.