Blood hounds ( I )
Rustle!! Rustle!! Rustle!!
Ossa hid in the bushes, the air heavy with the smell of blood, mixed with an almost tangible killing intent—one not directed at anyone in particular.
The dead, crusty leaves on the ground collapsed under the heavy footsteps of the creatures that seemed to be on a hunt. Their crimson-blood pelts were almost visible in the pitch blackness of the night. The luminance of the soil was blocked by the thick layer of dead leaves, too dense for any light to escape, with the sky darker than the ground below.
The creatures, beings of the night, had no issues maneuvering through the pitch-black surroundings—just as Ossa could clearly see them, or at least their aura signatures. He dared not use his own aura or mana, knowing the creatures were sensitive enough to easily locate him. Even divine creatures' aura senses would be noticed by them, warning them of impending danger.
Sniff!! Sniff!! Sniff!!