“Hinte!” I yelled out.
On the other side of the dark-green wiver a slender, black thing shot out from the vog. Like an arrow it plunged into Hinte’s side. I didn’t see the bite — but Hinte growled deep in pain. I was yelling out in fear, in useless warning. My wings twitched but the sight had vitrified me.
Another shadow flew at her neck. The wiver twisted — the creature flew close, belly running along her neck, a near-miss. There was a hissing growl.
Sudden knife-claws raked down my back. They tore into my sifting suit, and left small cuts. The shadow above me yarled, vicious. I felt the impact of more claws — but no pain. Blood flowed down my neck. Not mine.
The human! It’d saved me. Teeth sunk into my side — a fourth shadow. It ripped through the white suit and slashed my scales. I buckled. Head smashed into the ground.
Hinte’s fight came as a mess of yelps and growls, almost in turn. The wiver’s cries tended more frequent and pained. Did she need my help? What could I do?