Which was why whers and handlers were going out in groups to look for information, of course. She chose not to think about the fact that it hadn’t helped a rather large group of wherhandlers that went out searching. They had not been prepared for the magnitude of the problem, they had been overconfident.
You and I alone could handle 2 or 3 felines easily, Atumra told her calmly, and Natara scowled. That kind of attitude would get them killed, and besides,
But there are obviously more than 2 or 3, so we will not try alone, he finished.
Natara nodded. At least Atumra was the kind of wher that learned from his mistakes. Just like she was the kind of handler that learned from hers. Even without the felines in the jungles, she knew better than to go out alone, with her poor sense of direction. Point her at an enemy, she could fight, give her a forge, she could make or maintain weapons.
But don’t give her a map and expect her to read it.
So she was waiting for the other dayhandlers that had been assigned to this group. Hopefully one of them was better at finding his way around the jungle. Certainly, every one of them would be eyes, ears and a sharp blade to keep them alive in the process.