Ocellus shrugged, then lifted her tail. Sarah smelled the same strange combination of scents, and found she was copying her without meaning to. This was different than last time—not a call and response, but a constant broadcast. She didn’t know the message any better than last time, but she could guess. “This,” Ocellus said. “Copy me exactly… and I do mean exactly. My father taught me all the signs, and I’m pretty sure this one still works. The swarm doesn’t change very often.”