Questioning intonation was now perfectly rendered. The raised portion of the worm sank back onto the ground and it stayed silent.
Hevne, Darion and the trackers looked askance. Though Hevne had asked the question she had not, in truth, expected an understandable answer. Here was an unrecognised creature - questions should not have been about communication but about danger: did it pose a threat? But Hevne knew there had been something cognisant about this strange being all along: it had responded to their commands, it had possibly allowed itself to be followed and caught.
"Yes," Hevne said, "we understand air speaking."