They walked all night. The moonlight accompanied them faithfully, but by the c***k of dawn, the clouds had returned, low and gloomy, a portent of fresh new storms. Clarice looked up at the sky. The tops of the tallest trees were swaying in the winds, which were once again strong and freezing. Suddenly, they heard something from behind. Clarice stopped, stretching out an arm to stop Kaj and gesturing for him to keep silent. The man knew what was following them; he sensed the same stench: lalks.
“They’re tailing us,” Clarice said softly.
The man did not lose heart. “Seeing how they screwed us over the other day, I’d say it’s better to attack first, so we can take them by surprise.”
“That’s just what I was thinking. Let’s let them get close.” The elf rose slowly, peering into the forest. S
