Dromaeus sprinted through the trees, branchess stinging as they whipped by but going unnoticed. He had been hunting all night and for most of the morning, but rushed back on hearing the sounds of battle. Bursting from the treeline, he saw Varger's ship hovering over the camp.
"You again." He snarled. Nocking an arrow to his bow, he moved forward, crouching and disappearing as he did so.