When they were done hissing among themselves, they packed their fur cloaks, and another, bigger set came and picked up the four of them.
They threw them over their shoulders casually, and Azaroth was reminded again of his small body. He was reminded that they were still children of twelve.
Children? He nearly smiled. That was one of the words of the old world. There were no children now. Only Awakeners. How can you be a child in this world?
Children get killed, same as adults and usually quickly too.
Azaroth and the rest stayed silent as the monsters took them over dried lands and over grassy hills. They passed a forest and finally reached a hill that was rocky and full of openings.
More of the monsters popped their heads out from the openings and hissed to those who had just come. Those ones too hissed back and shook their prisoners at them.
They dropped them down at the mouth of the hill.
