The glass of the window has long since been shattered, and you peer out through fractured shards of glass. It is difficult to make anything out in the moonlit shadows of the farmyard, but at last you make out a dark, hulking shape standing by the barn, at least nine feet tall. You can make out no details of its features except for its yellow eyes, which seem to glow in the moonlight. As you watch, the figure tilts its head back and sniffs the air, producing that bestial snuffle you heard earlier.
You have no doubt that those glowing golden eyes have perfect night vision, but the way that the Beast sniffed the air suggests to you that it hunts more by scent than by vision, like a dog—or a wolf.
That golden gaze turns towards you and you drop down again, resting below the broken panes of the window where you cannot be seen. You have no doubt that the Beast is now stealthily advancing once more.
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