"My Lord Hevne!" the voice of a tracker gasped. He was by her side in an instant, the point of his sword reaching past her and squeezing onto the abdomen of the creature.
"Stay still, Beast!" the tracker ordered.
Hevne pulled herself off the creature and, her sword also held against the creature's side, she looked closely at it.
In shape it was much like an enormous, headless beetle, but more wormlike and elongated. Hevne could see that it lay on its back, tiny legs waving futilely in the air. Prone, it looked about the size of an adult warrior.