Zaylin nodded and bent down to the water, lapping it up like an elephant. Talk. The word was new to her, talk. It rang in her mind that she never had really talked before. Talk. Suddenly she felt stirred and wary. Talk, landslide. It meant something that rang in her head. She stared at the jugs wide eyed. "I have to go..." Zaylin mused, and padded out of the den. "Talk. Landslide, no I can't..." she muttered as she scurried away from the other cheetahs














