A ravenous hunger
Sometimes you just have to run.
Rhyslin stood at the window, drowsily enjoying his pipe, when darkness suddenly fell across the land. “Well, there it goes,” he muttered, reaching out with his senses. “That’s not good.”
“No, it’s not.” Marcus agreed his senses on high alert. “By the pricking of my thumbs…”
“Indeed,” the draoidh commented as he turned his pipe upside down and knocke…