The strange symbols etched into Clayton's body began to flicker more brightly as time passed.
The night was deathly silent, the darkness as thick as ink. Then, suddenly, Dingo—the dog lying beside Clayton—snapped awake.
Oddly enough, Dingo made no sound. Instead, he stared off into the distance, his gaze uncertain. Curious, he began sniffing the air. Moments later, as if catching a scent, he slipped out of the tent and trotted off toward its source.
A few moments passed, followed by a sharp, loud bark from outside.
Clayton jolted awake.
Familiar with Dingo's barking, he quickly looked around the tent—but Dingo was nowhere in sight.
Clayton's eyes widened.
"Something's wrong," he muttered.
Wasting no time, he rushed out to find him.
"Dingo? Where are you? What's going on?"
Gemma and her children stirred awake. The translucent stag joined in the search.
