Haborym nearly pranced his way through the plains, his mind reeling; plotting. This couldn't have come in a better way. And what perfect timing! But surely he'd have to get some others on his side. Wallace had more time here, and who knew what he had in the works already. The hybrid was clever and resourceful, no doubt. Must have taken after his father. Hab couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.
He wondered who the boy may have collected. Surely they'd be misfits. They'd have a lost cause and all be sad and alone for one reason or another. They'd likely be the type of group that, "didn't belong," anywhere. Just like Wallace. What was that thing of bird of a feather? Oh, that's right, they're delicious and easier to catch in groups when they're least expecting it.
He wondered who the boy may have collected. Surely they'd be misfits. They'd have a lost cause and all be sad and alone for one reason or another. They'd likely be the type of group that, "didn't belong," anywhere. Just like Wallace. What was that thing of bird of a feather? Oh, that's right, they're delicious and easier to catch in groups when they're least expecting it.
