THE GREAT WALL 5.3

Zanarah looked angrily at Ewik, Fizkwik's youngest son. Kkelea could not understand why she hated him so much. The cub didn't seem to notice and walked among the Iron Claws quite naturally. You could tell he was much younger than his late brother.

"He shouldn't be here," Zanarah complained as soon as Ewik moved away.

"Neither should I. But these are strange times. Besides, his mother put me in charge of looking after him. After what happened to his brother, it's only natural that she wants to protect him, and he'll be safer with us than with the other cubs."

Zanarah smiled and shook her head.

"Look at you, you already sound like your mother."

Kkelea made an almost invisible grimace.

"And you fight like yours. I heard great things about your sister as well. Helirah was her name, right?"

Zanarah frowned and bared her teeth, staring into the void as if the ghost of her sister was there, right in front of her.