Chapter 13
Higher branches were a simple matter to reach after he cleared the ground. Selati picked one halfway to the top, where the branches were still thick and kept him out of reach of the earth. He settled back against the trunk and let the curves of his tail dangle to either side of his chosen branch. Most of the others slept in the same fashion; however some preferred the large vee of some trees and coiled into a tight spiral. Selati thought it was because they loved to lounge on top of their coils and fall asleep staring at the stars. Maybe after his injury healed, or stopped hurting when he tried to coil, he would try it. If they reached the encampment before then, it was a small opportunity lost. Maybe. The thought occurred from nowhere, like they all do, that he didn’t know how the freed Caniean slept outside of the mines.