“Under,” Ashaun said.
Ysabet could not leave the line. The spear jerked against her weight whenever Pip’s jaw shifted. A thin trickle of cloudy fluid ran from its mouth onto the root.
Ashaun looked toward the tunnel.
“Chaska!”
“Here!”
“North side. Follow the open root. Don’t come over.”
A pounding noise answered. Lilt, or a falling branch. Ysabet could not see.
The elk lowered itself beside Suth. Its antlers scraped the root roof. Suth had enough breath to push at its shoulder.
