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f someone moving in the brush.
Someone near.
Was it a trap? The thought that two or more Kzin might join up and
"share" a "prize" occurred to him. To be raped by one was enough, he
thought... to have two or three take their turns with him was more
horrible than he wanted to imagine. He shuddered. Nothing to be done
about it. He merely thought about his training. "You scream and you
leap."
There wouldn't even be a scream this time. He crawled slowly,
silently, through the thick jungle brush. A light rain began, and he
smiled; it would cover his noise. His target wasn't too far away. He
was downwind of the other, even; he could smell his victim. And from
the wetness in his fur Shaper knew he had a Kzin and not an animal.
He caught a glimpse of orange through the green, a sight of Kzin
moving slowly through the brush, looking back and forth. He leapt,
roaring only after his feet had left the ground.
The other Kzin whirled, dodging. Shaper cursed, recognizing the
move. A h
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