[ Old World – Greater Woods… continued ]
"Behind me," Thorgar snarled, shoving Autumn behind his broad back, his shoulders widening with the stirrings of a shift he barely held back.
He moved before Autumn could understand.
His hand reached for the heavy axe on his back…the haft wrapped in old leather, marked with runes Autumn couldn't read… the one that hung in his private study ( aka cave like chamber)
The mist still danced around them, curling around their ankles and arms.
A scream echoed. That same dolphin like howl.
Autumn's breath hitched. "Father, what is that thing?"
"Stay behind me," Thorgar repeated, voice low but thunderous with warning. "Don't speak unless I tell you to. Don't move unless I say so."
The 'thing' moved in the mist. Fast. Heavy. Getting bigger… as if matching Thorgar's stature.
Thorgar let out a growl that was more vicious than any wolfish howl Autumn had ever heard…stepping forward…raising his axe.
