“It looks like a den,” Lodariel said. “We found a similar shelter back on Ralvaniar near our village. It had been dug by a drakhal to hide in during the day. We are less than a day’s journey from the swamp. A drakhal could have made it this far under the cover of nightfall and built it. They use it to increase their range of travel.”
“There could be a drakhal in there right now?” Barlo asked in a strangled voice. “Do you think it saw us?”
Lodariel shook her head. “I don’t know. I am more concerned about whether it heard or smelled us. A drakhal’s hearing is at least as sensitive as an elf’s, and they can smell the blood of their prey without it being spilled. They sleep during the day though, and I doubt they could see very far with the sun still out, even if there is one in there awake,
