They decided to fly back.
Well, thanks to Veer, Kaya really had to say—this was the most brilliant mode of transport she had ever experienced. No fuel needed. No flat tires. No bad roads. No flight tickets. No schedules. No delays.
Just wings, wind, and the willingness to eat occasionally.
The Nikala tribe's settlement was farther than she'd like right now. They were in the completely opposite direction—which meant to reach it, they needed to turn back, fly through mongoose territory at Veer's fastest safe speed, and then after roughly two days of continuous flight, they would reach home.
But there were problems.
