Demna raised her head, she had been squatting for who knows how long. “We should go to the treetops.” “Didn't you see their saliva? It burns whatever surface it touches, what if we're found?” Yohuk opined. “You’re one who's been following her for long. I hope you're not intending on backing out at the last moment?” Dimci said with a snare. “I'm just asking questions.” Yohuk explained.
Demna rubbed the back of her palms and sighed, “Your point makes sense. This might be nothing but a thought but with the behavior of this horde. Isn't it likely that the Vont who uses the blue whistle is...”
Horse-sheep sounds echoed through the forest as rumbling noises followed with the insect-like beasts. A large number of Vonts raised their heads, carrying their broad backs along as foam formed inside their mouths shooting scores of thick white saliva at the figures on the tree tops.