CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: AGATHA'S SEARCH
Agatha the Sharp Beak Queen still hadn't found her son. She hoped that nothing had happened to him. She hadn't exactly told him of the dangers of the world, other than Flatteeth. He had no idea, as far as she knew, that there were Sharpteeth that would eat him. Did you find him , Phil? she asked a grey Ichthyornis.
Negative. His scent trail goes cold near that huge valley. Phil replied, pointing in the direction of the Great Valley.
What is in there? she asked him.
Flatteeth. Loads of them. said Phil. I hope they haven't gotten him. Phil added.
Agatha was worried. Not so much that the Flatteeth would get him, for they weren't as dangerous as she had led Ptero and her pack to believe. Her pack had little pity on Flatteeth now after what had happened to Sydo, or, at least what they thought had happened. They had respected him and considered his death an attack against the pack. No, her fear was that Ptero might find out he was part Flattooth. If the boy questioned her, it might bring trouble. Her pack had strictly been forbidden to tell him that Sydo had been a Flattooth. Agatha had said that the truth that Sydo had been murdered by his own kind for befriending Sharpteeth would freak poor Ptero out, and her pack had accepted that and agreed to spare the boy the horrible news. Not my boy. He is stronger than that. Agatha finally said.
We will continue the search. said Phil.
Good. I can't have let poor Sydo down. Silly Ptero went and ran off and I must get him back or Sydo would never forgive me. said Agatha.
Meanwhile, Ptero heard his mother's pack. He trembled. "What matter Ptero?" asked Petrie, who woke up too.
"It's my Mom and her pack." Ptero whispered very quietly to him. Petrie shuddered.
Ptero dreaded what would happen if his mom found him now. Would she hurt Petrie and his family? He was glad when he heard the pack heading away.
Continue on. I want that boy found. said Agatha, flying off into the night with her pack.