Jonan remembered seeing them, beasts cloaked in furs darker than the soil, with eyes that glowed amber in the moonlight, he could feel their presence in the trees the night before. It looked like they had their first target.
They moved that very night.
Under the shade of darkness and ash-colored cloaks, the four moved silently toward the Nightfur tribe's settlement. Marla laid a thin line of scent-masking oil beneath their boots. Edric had prepped his twin axes, their blades were shining with a sharp luster. Elias led them through the old paths between the rocks, avoiding the creeks that gave away sound. Jonan had his sickle sheathed and his spear slung across his back, as they kept moving forward.
Each step closer to the Nightfur tribe's settlement tightened the air around them. The forest grew quieter unnaturally so. Even the insects had gone silent.
