...Dahak... Diego snorted as the name rippled through his head again. When Sekhmet looked over at him quizzically, he muttered; "Fly," and shook himself vigorously. Ignore it. Just the heat of the day. Nothing to worry about. You didn't go from being sharp as a Rit's claw and grounded as a mountain one day to hearing voices the next. Nothing for him to concern himself about.
"Let's go and find the others."
Trying hard to hide his disquiet, Diego picked up the pace a little. The sooner he found that shade the better.
