lying in wait

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Amun had been out gathering clay during the night. After finally filling up his buckets, he'd hoisted them up and turned to head back home. However, something in the distance caught his eye. Frowning, he whistled for Zhanshi, who returned from terrorizing the small creatures that managed to eke out an existence in the Outskirts until the landshark's jaws closed on them. Picking his way through the uneven ground, he narrowed his eyes as he approached the scene. Then he froze in places, completely motionless, as his mind finally accepted what his eyes had been telling him. The buckets fell from his hands as he shrieked. "SAM!" Dashing forward, he fell to his knees next to the bodies, heedless of the muck, grime, fluid, blood, and everything else staining the ground. "No...no, no, no," he chanted, rocking back and forth.