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“Mount up and let’s ride,” Tital said while he checked
Lentito’s pack to make sure it was secure and balanced on his
back. “We have about two hours until Viviana and Jonathan
wake up. We need to be back at camp by that time.”
Bardala was happy to be returning to be with her little
brother and sister, as she had missed them. Her thoughts were
content; knowing they were protected, and had a peaceful, good
night’s sleep while she had been away fighting Gigantoraptors.
Tital continued to check his DeLorme unit, to keep them on a
correct course toward the encampment of Trall’s people. On the
trip back, Mah Col had erupted only one time for about thirty
minutes and during that time, both Bardala’s and Tital’s powers
protected Zorin and Ronú from the heavy downpour of white-hot
rocks, flaming cinders, and volcanic ash.
With three moons above in the night sky, it was easy for Tital
to find his way. According to Tital’s Casio watch, it was fiftee