Amazingly, Elder Otto wasn't any much slower than Kyle despite the headstart the latter had. We reached soon enough, and even before Elder Otto came to a stop, I could smell the pungent odor of rotting corpses quickly spreading through the air.
Instinctively, I wrinkled my nose. In front of me, Darach straight-up gagged. He whirled around to look at me, confirming that I had smelled the same thing that he did.
"What is that stench?" he said, his voice nasally with how he pinched his nose shut.
"Wendigos," I said, cupping a hand over my nose and mouth while the other was on Elder Otto's back to steady myself. "And by this smell, it might not be just one."
"We need to let Milo know," Darach cried out.
Both of us gasped as Elder Otto took a huge leap, sending us jumping off his back before landing harshly when his paws hit the ground again. Up in the distance, I could already see Kyle, his tawny brown fur engaged in battle with what seemed like an overgrown deer.
