Daoka nodded, pointed at him with one hand, and somehow managed to make a shape with both hands that vaguely looked like two things squishing another thing between them. Or, two people, squishing a person between them.

He pulled his head back.

"I uh, I mean... um... uhh--"

"Bad news, fresh meat!"

Oh fuck oh fuck. He jumped up and held up his hands.

"I wasn't... I mean, we w-weren't--"

"Diogo's gone," Jeskura said, snarling as she stomped down into their little ravine, wings partly spread. Her forward leaning posture made her look extremely intimidating, like a giant bird ready to pounce and eat him.

"What?"

"Diogo's gone. Zreeg says...