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I feared I might be killed, for my flight, but it was crouched near me, unperturbed, expectantly. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #307)

Indeed, why else, unless to feed, would it follow me? It smelled Kur about me, and was following me, to make contact with another, or others, of its kind. How it must have welcomed the message which I bore, a message I would not even have known I bore, had it not been for the words of Lord Grendel. Did it know I had tried to escape? If it did, it did not seem to object, perhaps for it knew also that I could not escape. I feared I might be killed, for my flight, but it was crouched near me, unperturbed, expectantly. From my experience with Lord Grendel, I realized it was not angry. Then I realized it would not kill me, of course, at least not now, for I was the link between it and one or more of its kind, the key to its rejoining one or more of its kind. I sank weakly to my knees. - (Conspirators of Gor)