45 - 14 - New Hork

<Come on,> Jake ordered, demorphing.

Rachel climbed on board. Tobias flew in.

I looked down at the Hork-Bajir I'd just tied up. To the touch, the skin was rough as bark. His back heaved and fell. A sharp snort accompanied every intake of air.

I was going to the Yeerk pool.

And this breathing sawmill was going to be my costume.