Lajos and Eberardo dashed through the vine covered ruins. They hopped over shapes unseen beneath the growth and leaped alleys between mysterious structures.
“There it is!” yelled Lajos.
Eberardo glimpsed the flapping, fur covered tentacles of their prey long enough for him to stop, draw and fire. His arrow whizzed past Lajos and just missed its mark.
“Get out of the way next time!” laughed Eberardo.
Lajos out of sight and Eberardo followed him by his jubilant cries. A worrisome memory clawed at him but he rejected it.
In these new hunting grounds Lajos was the best of the hunters.