Page 22 of The Last True Hero
"I do know that those were big teeth," he replied, his hand settling in the small of her back. "Come on. Let’s go around so we don't disturb her, or whoever fathered that cub. I'd rather not kill them."
“Strange attitude for a bounty hunter.”
“I kill predators, Mia. Not defenseless animals.”
"Do you think we just sawac’tun ahili?" Now that the danger had passed, she felt a little breathless. Most of the animals that survived the Darkening were predators, but there'd been something about the way the tiger moved that spoke of grace and power.
She'd never seen anything like it.
"Maybe," McClain muttered. "These ruins are immense. There could be anything hiding here.”
As if to concede his point, a strange roar lit up the night. It sounded almost like it came from some sort of horn. Birds screamed, and took off from a stand of trees several hundred meters away.
"What was that?" Mia whispered. It hadn't sounded like the tiger. Which might be a good thing. Or might not.
McClain stared in that direction, his nostrils flaring. "Hell if I know," he finally said. "But I'm not inclined to stay around and find out. Let's get back to the others."
Which was the most sensible thing anyone had said today.
