Creek. Creek!
The nightcrawlers sang, and the burly leader calmly tightened his grip on his horse's reins.
Hee-he-he-hee~
--Silence--
Except for the sounds from the horses and that from nature, the atmosphere was now filled with a burdening silence that slowly crept up on one.
With swords at hand and bows strung tightly, the gang of highly trained members peered at their surroundings from the corners of their eyes.
And soon, they heard it.
Grrrrr!!!!!~~
Loud, gritting noises echoed from within the forests all around them.
Wolves in a pack?
Or some other beast moving in a group?
The burly leader kept an expressionless face, with his head still facing the same direction he did when they stopped earlier.
"How many?"
"At least 80." A skinny but fearsome man replied.
And many nodded in agreement.
The air was solemn, and their senses were heightened.
