"Fine by me," mutters Hector. "I keep seeing something green moving when I look outside."

"Gecko, probably," says Follows-Chalk; he's busy rigging up a sling to make carrying his share easier.

"Thing's the size of a young yao guai, son."

"Really big gecko, then," says Chalk, unperturbed. "There's a couple of those around. Sometimes they eat baby bighorners."

"Well, you can just rock me to sleep tonight."