MBT Sawa

She got to her feet again and walked slowly around the open space between Amdi and Steel. "Can you hear me?" she asked. "Yes," said Steel. He edged nervously away from her. Of course. The cloaks muffled sound like any heavy quilt: anything in the range of thought would be totally absorbed. But interpack speech and Samnorsk were low-pitched sound -- they would scarcely be affected. She stopped, holding all her breath. She could hear birds and the sounds of timber being sawn somewhere on the far side of the inner yard. Yet Steel was only thirty feet from her. His thought noise should have been a loud intrusion, even confusing. She strained to hear.... There was nothing but her own thoughts and a stickety buzzing noise that seemed to come from all directions. "And we thought this would just give us control in battle," she said, wonderingly. All of her turned and walked toward Amdi. He was twenty feet away, ten feet. Still no thought noise. Amdi's eyes were wide. The puppies held their ground; in fact all eight of him seemed to lean toward her. "You knew about this all along, didn't you?" Tyrathect said. "I hoped. Oh, I hoped." He stepped closer. Five feet. The eight of him looked at the five of her from a distance of inches. He extended a nose, brushing muzzles with Tyrathect. His thought sounds came only faintly through the cloak, no louder than if he were fifty feet away. For a moment they looked at each other in stark astonishment. Nose to nose, and they both could still think! Amdi gave a whoop of glee and bounded in among Tyrathect, rubbing back and forth across her legs. "See, Jefri," he shouted in Samnorsk. "It works. It works!" Tyrathect wobbled under the assault,复件 (73) air max, almost lost hold of her thoughts. What had just happened.... In all the history of the world there had never been such a thing. If thinking packs could work paw by jowl.... There were consequences and consequences, and she got dizzy all over again. Steel moved a little closer and suffered a flying hug from Jefri Olsndot. Steel was trying his best to join the celebration, but he wasn't quite sure what had happened. He hadn't lived the consequences like Tyrathect. "Wonderful progress for the first try," he said. "But it must be painful even so." Two of him looked sharply at her. "We should get that gear off you,复件 (34) air max2, and give you a rest." "No,MBT Sawa,复件 (77) air max1!" Tyrathect and Amdi said almost together. She smiled back at Steel. "We haven't really tested it yet, have we? The whole purpose was long-distance communications." We thought that was the purpose, anyway. In fact,复件 (94) air max1, even if it had no better range than talk sounds, it was already a towering success in Tyrathect's mind. "Oh." Steel smiled weakly at Amdi and glared hidden faces at Tyrathect. Jefri was still hanging on two of his necks. Steel was a picture of barely concealed anguish. "Well,复件 (95) air max, go slowly then. We don't know what might happen if you run out of range." Tyrathect disentangled two of herself from Amdi and stepped a few feet away. Thought was as clear -- and as potentially confusing -- as before. By now she was beginning to get the feel of it though. She had very little trouble keeping her balance. She walked the two another thirty feet, about the maximum range a pack could coordinate in the quietest conditions. "It's like I'm still heads-together," she said wonderingly. Ordinarily at thirty feet, thoughts were faint and the time lag so bad that coordination was difficult. "How far can I go?" She murmured the question to Amdi. He made a human giggling sound and slid a head close to hers. "I'm not sure. It should be good at least to the outer walls