Once again standing on hind legs, he scanned the area. The tracks of the three Shamblers were plainly evident- they led along a jagged path of already wilting flowers. GaribaldisGila dropped to all fours and slinked along their path, eating the flowers as he went.
“Home free Liverioso!” Semfeld beamed. “Oh, pardon me, I mean the Mysterious Liverioso!”
“Why thank you, Astounding Themfeld!” Liverioso reclined on his Shambler as well. “Thoon enough we’ll exthact our revenge!”
The two rode generally northward, with only a few minor detours (some even on purpose!), the next two months.
As always, with GaribaldisGila close behind.