"W–we should leave…" one of the Halflings muttered, fear creeping into the woman's voice.
"What about Brienna?!" The second one shot back, her tone sharpened with panic. Her eyes darted toward the trees where their companion had vanished, dragged into the dark. "We can't just abandon her."
Ruelle remained where she was in shock. She had seen it too close. The wolf's fangs had sunk deep into the Halfling's leg, blood spilling under the weak light before she was torn away into the treeline. Her shrieks had already gone silent.
Even Alanna's face had turned pale. She hadn't expected the enormous and feral beast, prowling in Sexton's shadowed woods.
"I don't want to get bitten by that thing! What do you think, Al—" one Halfling's words were interrupted at the sound of paws thudded against wet earth, fast and closing the distance.
