A way to safety (1)

Erik watched as the clone finished the last pieces of fruit, its hunger finally sated. Color had returned to his face, and his hands no longer trembled.

"Better now?" 

"Yes, Master. Thank you." The clone wiped juice from its chin. "The food... I didn't realize how much I needed it."

He still needed some time to rest. Being on this small patch of land, he didn't sleep to keep an eye on the sky.

The clone briefly looked at the waters surrounding them, then back to his master.

"What do you suggest we do?" the clone asked. "The void ravagers might still be hunting around here."

Erik gazed out over the ocean. "We need something small and fast. The wyvern forms were a mistake—too obvious, too tempting as prey."

Erik could hardly believe what he was saying—wyverns as tempting prey? Though the idea seemed absurd, he knew the logic from Mannard wouldn't work here on Mur. Everything was different here.