Old-smell did not smell of fire. Now I know. Other-child smells of strength, of flight, of many things. I would not hunt her. Third-child smells of all things.
Man smells too much.
The cat-thing gathered itself and leapt again, but Jubilee managed to roll out of the way. Second-child is fast. The man-echo commands. I snarl back. It yells at me to hunt.