Both the Beasts and the Monster were showing their fangs, yet, for some reason, something didn't feel right.
With its murky yellow eyes, the front-runner approached.
Not without fear though.
Perhaps it was simply the difference in size. No. That difference should have been balanced out by the difference in numbers.
Was it, perhaps, the Monster's unmoving aspect? It was standing with its arms spread wide open, welcoming the attacker. That, certainly, was part of it.
High above them, a ray of moonlight, that used to be blocked by a branch, escaped its prison.
The next instant, in the middle of their race towards the Monster, it became clear.
It was those scales.
In the middle of the night, the Beasts and Monsters are wide awake, craving for a taste.
All night long, until morning comes, they roam the forest, hidden by the darkness, looking for prey and adversaries.
Hidden by the darkness.
