Felicity's back shivered because in front of them there were eyes. Hundreds of them, hell, maybe thousands. Beastmen lined the main street in clusters, perched on rooftops, leaning out of windows in the half-collapsed buildings that still stood. The air smelled of smoke and pine and something sweeter underneath, like wildflowers crushed underfoot.
She heard the murmuring before she saw all of it. A ripple of sound moves through the crowd like wind through tall grass.
Her fox ears flattened against her skull. Her tail was tucked tight against her lower back. Every instinct she had screamed hide.
