"Good. I want to see what we're up against before we make a plan of attack, anyway." Mora mumbled.
"Agreed. Hopefully, you and I can collect enough info on the ferals to convince them that we need your team. And, to ensure they can accept that you aren't out to kill us or give up our secrets. But, well, do you know how to recover your missing memory from the lagoon?" Ulrich asked.
"No!" she exclaimed, "Perhaps all I need is Anda, but now that she's gone..."
"No, she isn't,"
"How did you know?"
"It was not her... the one hunter killed in the almost-tsunami catastrophe."
"Good." She sighed, feeling relieved.
With his feet planted firmly, he rammed at another boulder twice his size, then glanced over at her with a pleading smile for assistance.
She moved next to him and shoved at the rock. "From what it sounds like, I'm not sure we'll be welcome no matter how we approach this."
