[ It's a good gesture. Very smart. Caleb glances up at the limbs above them, but there's nothing there that he can see.
But something moves from the leaves on the trail ahead of them, and he freezes. Words lock up in his throat, his tongue refusing to cooperate. On the trail stands a large, black... dog? But its legs are too long, and it's back is too hunched, its eyes blazing red like coals as dark vines writhe over its coat. It doesn't even look tangible. It looks like shadows on a wall, like a light would make it vanish. But the points of light through the leaves don't seem to put a dent in it.
It snarls at him, shadowy mouth full of too many teeth.
Caleb takes a step back, hand reaching out to grab Wren's arm as he does. ]
We have to go.
[ This isn't just a mischievous fae. They can't fight this. ]
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But something moves from the leaves on the trail ahead of them, and he freezes. Words lock up in his throat, his tongue refusing to cooperate. On the trail stands a large, black... dog? But its legs are too long, and it's back is too hunched, its eyes blazing red like coals as dark vines writhe over its coat. It doesn't even look tangible. It looks like shadows on a wall, like a light would make it vanish. But the points of light through the leaves don't seem to put a dent in it.
It snarls at him, shadowy mouth full of too many teeth.
Caleb takes a step back, hand reaching out to grab Wren's arm as he does. ]
We have to go.
[ This isn't just a mischievous fae. They can't fight this. ]