Those who hunted went out in search of prey. Tazar was busy organizing everything, with Olang constantly by his side. As a result of this, Olang actually contributed very little to the daily needs of the team, but strutted around looking bossy. Gruff complained, Alicia preened, and Lowdown spent most of the day lying on rocks warmed by the sun, which he said was the best thing for his old body. One day he was doing just that when Waggit came and lay down beside him. “Don’t tell me your young limbs need warming,” Lowdown said. “No,” replied Waggit, “but I’ve been thinking.” “Oh.” Lowdown chortled. “No wonder you need to lie down then!” “Be serious,” said Waggit. “Pardon me,” said Lowdown. “You should’ve told me this was going to be a serious conversation. I need warning.” “What do you think about the pipe?” Waggit asked, ignoring his last remark. “I try to think about it as little as possible,” Lowdown replied. “It’s not great, but we ain’t found nothing better, and we scoured the Deepwoods looking for something else.”
