The Ila-moko turns as it catches Puna Tani' movement and lets out a loud hiss of disapproval, nonetheless Tatiki' 'mojo', or perhaps the creatures indifference, seems to hold and though it makes a show of its razor fangs and their dripping toxic saliva it does not move forward.
Puna Tani has a better view of the white gleaming thing, a bundle about 3 feet across. Though he cannot be sure it seems to be covered in feathers - but of a sharp crystal whiteness that defies natural colour - a stain of pink along one side might be blood, the shaman has seen enough ritual bloodshed to know, and the black about the edges is undoubtedly mud ...