A grunt was all he emitted when talons sunk into his shoulder and side. The next instant he was airborne. Earth rapidly fell away in a dizzying whirl of light and shadow. A blast of wind continuously slapped his face until the creature reached a desired height. For a moment he could see the grove where mere dots of colors represented his friends. Then, the air shifted in a sudden dive toward a grouping of trees at the edge of the meadow. In all his young years of never speaking, Mididus finally found his tongue…and screamed.