ENURRUA
Lucvaun stood looking into the back of the Runecutter at the bodies of five of his men as the sun began its climb into the morning sky. Forty of his family's soldiers were covering the area alertly, their senses on fully alive in an attempt to find danger. They had received the call only ninety minutes earlier, and they had rushed to this location only to find the hunting party already decimated. They had found five of the eight man hunting party scattered about the area, some missing limbs, one missing his head. All of them had been savaged by something very strong, with very sharp teeth. Two of the bodies had been incinerated where the Firespitter had caught them and the driver of the Runecutter had been melted into the frame of the now destroyed vehicle.
