Atheline moved through the forest with urgency, his steps faster. His senses were everywhere, scanning the forest for any other beast but there weren't any, a relief.
Behind him, far beyond where he could hear, his stalkers caught up to his kill.
The corpse of the frog had not yet cooled.
Its massive body, lay where it was left half sunken into the ground.
The wind blew, spreading its decaying smell attracting the wanderers.
It slipped through the trees, its body twisted unnaturally as it searched for something.
A low growl followed right after breaking the stillness. From the undergrowth another emerged, its body spilling corrupt aether in concentrated waves.
Another flew by circling the air, sniffing.
The first one stopped by the corpse, sniffed, and then froze. A flash of unnatural intelligence passed over its lifeless eyes, it glanced to the others.
Its gaze moved towards the direction he had gone a glint in its lifeless eyes.
