“To be using standard searching pattern Alpaca,” Yo called out to the Legion. “Hatty is not to be flying too high in case cute-Wyvern is still to be around and is feeling hungry.”

“Something strong enough to take down a LairJet’s gotta leave some tracks,” Trickshot pointed out. “And luckily ol’ Tricky’s one of the world’s best hunters.” He considered this statement. “Nah. The best,” he amended himself.

“So these broken trees might be a clue?” CSFB! suggested, bouncing over to where a thick boxwood tree had been casually pushed over.

The Manga Shoggoth examined it. “This was not damaged by the tectonic shifts,” he deduced. “This was snapped by a powerful impact.”

“By the big rock throwing thing?” Uhuna asked nervously.

And the rock escarpment that CrazySugarFreakBoy! was squatting on suddenly moved. As the wired wonder somersaulted away it rose up, unfolding massive granite arms and raising a tiny shingle head.

“Puny redhair-girl says Yurt is big rock-throwing thing?” the inconceivable Yurt growled, looming over the heroes. “Yurt will smash!”

• Run! It’s the Yurt.
• Try to talk to the Yurt. Well, it might work.
• Fight the Yurt. After all, it’s a superhero thing.