Cú-Sìth's massive form tensed atop the windswept cliff as he lifted his head to the bitter morning air. His nostrils flared wide, drinking in the scents carried on the dawn breeze.
"The scent grows fainter here," he snarled, his voice rough as stone against steel. The eucalyptus leaves scattered in the ravine below worked their subtle deception, though he remained ignorant of their presence.
"The alien flee like rabbit, but it can't escape the Cysgodol pack."
Beside him, the Arcanis beast thrashed against its restraints with savage fury, bellowing bone-chillingly. Cú-Sìth turned to face the bound monster. "Calm down, foul creature," he murmured, extending a gloved hand. "I know you sense it too. Your hunger shall be sated soon."
With fluid grace, Cú-Sìth spun to address his band of mer
