An unmistakable line of devotional objects and ritual tokens, interlaced with flowers and food offerings. Carefully lined straight so it never encroaches on the space behind, and I guess this is what they were talking about. Whatever evil dwells on the other side that pushes the pack here to lay down offerings is a far better foe to worry about right now than the three wolves looking to end me.
Hex? A gohz’aan…I don’t know what they are, but if there is only one of them, it’s a far better numbers game than three hunting wolves.
I don’t stop. I don’t breathe. I put my all into running as hard as I can, with not much speed left in me. Tripping, stumbling, and making it onto the clearing, and a hit of sudden, brighter light that makes my eyes water.
“She’s on the f*****g clearing.” A male
