Reid whips around.
He threads our fingers together and we race back to the others, keeping low to the side of the sloping mountain. The top of the Eckles shake, the rounded lime Yulus swinging back and forth as a large shadow flies over head, casting an impressive wingspan against the orange Traxpire explosions. Another one quickly follows, heavy gusts of wind rolling toward the mountains. A shrill cry fills the night, breaking the relative silence. After a second, the cry is echoed and the entire sky is suddenly filled with the piercing sound.
"Must no make noise," Warze says. "Draw Ludin near."
"Then how're we going to meet up with Tucker and Walker?" I whisper.
A quiet moment passes before Reid looks at the Zingfinold. "We're going to need bait."
"But you said not to have any Vermix nearby," Jace frowns. "I don't want them swarming us."