“They hunt in packs. There's more than likely more to come,” Yewki murmured. To perfectly reinforce his assumption, three more squelched out of the nearby tunnels, filling the empty spaces in the cave. “What should we do?” Voltu yelled.
“Run… just run!” The flock swung their arms about every which way and screeched loud enough to pierce the hearts of their victims. Oil and oozing mud drooled from their mouths, raining down an excessive stream of molten juices. The Grosh pushed Moon towards one of the random routes ahead, then ran by his side with two of the beasts crawling after them. Yewki, Wick and Seff copied and moved as fast as their legs could go, sprinting through another tunnel, hoping that they'd all eventually reunite. Three Yimlams followed behind, knocking each other to the si
