[Great. He's going to be facing so many I Told You So conversations later if he comes back scratched up to hell. His face twists into a mix between snarl and scowl and his eyes jump about in the darkness.
The smell of blood isn't helping his instincts settle any, either and he shudders as the echoing laughter sounds again, paired with a long, low howl from somewhere off to his left.]
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The smell of blood isn't helping his instincts settle any, either and he shudders as the echoing laughter sounds again, paired with a long, low howl from somewhere off to his left.]
You know which way anything is?