Chuktik listened, incredulous, as Kah’shee and Sact’cha conversed in the ha’la’ai’s sing-song vocalizations.  The two had been at it since sunrise, both occasionally shaking their heads and repeating phrases.  He understood none of them, and from the look on Kah’shee’s face even he understood little that Sact’cha said.  The Enforcer seemed to have a better grasp of the language they used than Kah’shee.

“There is no word in our language for how Kah’shee speaks,” Sact’cha said, “so I'll just call his ha’la’ai and the other nor’ee’jen.”  He held up a paw as Kah’shee spoke, and the ha’la’ai stopped, his head tilted.  “He speaks little of nor’ee&r...

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