We spent some time at the archery range on Thanksgiving. Gunther and the human pups from his pack ran wild. Zander threw the ball for Gunther and his powerful body shot straight like an arrow; he impresses me. At one point Zander threw the ball off of small hill that dropped suddenly at the bottom.
I didn't see, but all I heard was the weight of a canon ball hurtling from a great height, hit the dirt with a mighty thud then run off with winged feet.
Gunther clothes lined them. Ender is actually taking it really well here, believe it or not. In seconds he'll pop his head up with a smile. Cora is spittin' mad, however.