Can you hunt?” asked Tupper.

“Do Pred have claws?” Aurelius returned tartly.

“Yes. And pointy teeth.”

With a put-upon sigh, he said, “That was a rhetorical question. For your information, we’re taught to hunt and fish from the time we’re weaned.”

—MEADOWSWEET by C.J. Milbrandt

The Pred radiated self-assurance as he poised upon a flat stone mid-stream, clad in nothing but breeches and bronzed skin. Tupper had never seen someone with so many weapons—matched daggers, gleaming spear, and all those claws. Squatting on the broad, pebbled bank, the boy watched with undisguised awe.

—MEADOWSWEET by C.J. Milbrandt