At that moment, the first hunters of House Rifthall joined their small group with their own predators, a pack of tapils.
The mole creatures had no eyes and furry, worm-like bodies. Their snouts were long and thin with gaping holes for a nose, and their paws had large claws with rough pads made to remove dirt, which protruded from their bodies like the fins of a turtle.
Sidden Rifthall raised his nose arrogantly the moment he saw Halen, the latter of which began to cackle loudly at the sight of the round boy.
Sidden's face was a myriad of colours ranging from green to blue and one side of his bottom lip was badly swollen, as if stung by a wasp.
"Hello, Sidden. What horse kicked you in the face?"
The young second-born son of Su'na Rifthall's glared ferociously at Halen, but he didn't dare to say anything. All he could do was scoff disdainfully and lead his horse along to follow the rest of his family.
