“Hush. There are things out here you don’t want to meet.” His face was tense and he moved cautiously through the brush.
She’d never seen him like this before. She crept closer until only a few feet separated them.
“Something’s following us,” he whispered as he unsheathed his knife.
The quiet rustle of vegetation behind them signaled that night was not the only thing approaching. He pointed to a large tree. She scurried up it and stopped on a limb high off the ground. He signaled for her to wait and then walked several yards farther before climbing another tree. He crouched on a low branch, knife in hand.
The woods were gray, the shadows growing wider as time passed. She waited, scanning the forest below, her heart pounding in her ears. What was hunting them, besides Guards? She pulled her knife out of the sheath and adjusted her position. Gaar always said that predators had to have patience, so the smart prey would too. She was still working on that. She shifted around again for a different angle. So far, she hadn’t seen anything dangerous in the forest, but she had traveled mostly with Mirra. She tried to relax her breathing, but it was coming in short pants. She had to calm down. Fear could be smelled. Fear attracted predators.
There was a soft whisper in the vegetation and a pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the brush. A few feet away were two more eyes and then another set. There were at least ten pairs, shining in the darkness.
One of the creatures stepped out of weeds. It had a long, thin body and stood on all fours. It was about three feet tall and over six feet long. Its features were similar to an Almighty’s but where an Almighty had a protruding nose and full lips, this creature had two slits for nostrils and thin lips. It was almost reptilian in its appearance.
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