It had taken a strange shape, with four limbs and one other appendage
that looked like a tentacle. It was covered with short black fur, very
thick and fine. Just now it had a set of claws for clinging to the tree.
Before they could run, it opened its mouth and uttered a curse, which
sounded like "Meow!"
"Let's get out of here!" Bru whispered.
Alyar knew better. "There's no use running; we're already cursed. The
only thing is to try to appease it."
"Maybe we could give it the girls?"
Alyar wavered. He'd become quite attached to Janee, though he was a
little tired of being bitten and scratched, and he _had_ gone to a lot
of trouble to get her. "Let's try meat first," he decided.
He got a small piece out of his pouch and extended it on the end of his
spear. Heart pounding, he moved closer. The Demon tensed as if to jump
at them, then seemed to change its mind. It wrinkled its nose (which
Alyar hoped was a sign of favor) and finally stretched out its head and
took the meat. It chewed daintily and swallowed.
Alyar let out his breath. Nothing was guaranteed, of course, but
possibly....
The Demon said, "Meow," in a different tone.
Carefully, they edged toward the open. After a few steps Bru began to
run. Immediately, there was a loud "MEOW!" and he stopped.
In a moment the Demon came into sight, walking on the ground. Alyar
noticed that it had ungrown the claws. As he looked (no doubt reading
his thought) it grew them again, stretched out its two front limbs,
lengthened its body, and yawned.
They started on, but weren't able to make much time until they found
that the Demon wanted to be carried.
* * * * *
At the edge of the Forest, it was disappointing to see how little
distance they had covered. The nearest end of the jaksin beast,
hunching slowly away now toward the smit beast, was still within three
shouts. However, no jaksins were in sight.
Again, Alyar hesitated; troubles seemed to be piling up. Still, he
didn't see any choice. "We'll have to go to the Warm Ground," he said.