The Fire Burned White Hot

Probe's nanites were still too loose to catch it, and the creature plunged head first into a flooded trench. None of the creature's family came to help. When they coughed, the family departed northwest, following the herbevor. The disabled creature bled enthusiastically, getting terribly dirty. They kept pushing the joint of their lost leg against probe's metal form as though willing themselves to stand again. Utah tore up the slope, the leg help ing the whole time. It was a funny, thin leg. It didn't even have a claw. This was fun work.