“It would be good to know if it was still out there. It probably needs healing.”
Marl stopped. “A wounded beast is twice as dangerous. Never forget that. I doubt it would let you close enough. And from the looks of the fight, the four of them were an even match. We don’t want that battle.”
“Maybe it’s hurt and can’t fight?”
Marl decided it wasn’t worth the time to argue, and he moved on. “Let’s get back to the party’s tracks.”
Marl continued to mark their path until he was down to his last torch. “Okay, this is the last one. If we don’t find something soon, we head back to camp.”
“Without finding them?”
“Yes. We don’t go blindly into the darkness. There’s always another way, even if it means making new torches and trying again.”
No sooner had they headed farther into the darkness th
