The dark elf followed the wolf pup’s gaze. He too was horrified by the sight. He had heard of such, in whispered stories of creatures of darkness. Though it was now early morning, the sun was blighted by a thick dark cloud. The air seemed heavy with dread.
Several more dark shapes flew across the gray sky. Rûdchamion quickly motioned his companions to take cover among the trees. Anarya nearly dragged Taralphiel half way before the dark elf finally helped her to her feet, Khelek was close at their heels. They all crouched beneath a group of thrushwood.
Rûdhchamion signaled them to stay still. Anarya saw his uneasiness. He was gripping his bow tightly as he listened and waited. She too found herself readying her bow. The young girl was pale yet readied her knife.
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