"Did you hear that shriek?" Fizzwigg panted as they ran through the tunnel. "Shit...I forgot to tell him. He should've slit its throat the moment he had the chance."
He was in front, Grief close behind, carrying Yennefer in her arms.
"Cut its throat?" Yennefer said sharply. "Why?"
"That shriek was a signal," Fizzwigg said, his voice tight with worry. "It's calling out to others. Hanging Ones nearby will come running. If we're lucky, none are close enough to hear it. If not...."
"Shit… fuck," Yennefer cursed. "How the hell do you forget something that important, Fizzwigg?"
"I don't know!" he snapped. "I just didn't think about it, alright?"
Yennefer's face tightened, but she held her tongue. After a beat she asked, "How much farther to Magodilin?"
Fizzwigg risked a glance ahead, breath ragged. "Six hundred meters. If we move fast, we'll make it before the others arrive."
But maybe they weren't going to make it in time after all.
