Roland had seen these shapes before, in his memory, a spark of fear clicked. His feet felt like they were encased in concrete. The whiskers on his face tingled. The hairs on his back bristled. His tail hit the ground as he recalled a hellish moment. A day when the Ro-Dan clan was nearly wiped out. The image of a painful death never leaves. Slowly Roland reversed into the shade, away from temptation. The eggs might be a tasty treat, but then again they might be laced with death. In the face of possible poison Roland knew being brave was foolhardy.