Meeting An Old Friend (1)
A group of beasts of different kinds – goblins, boars, lizardmen, bears, Dare wolves and many more – bunched up in neat rows, all standing on two legs and doing a funny dance where they threw up their right feet into the air, then their left ones and arched their torsos to the right slickly – some with a nasty crunch that caused them to shriek in pain as their bones cracked – marched through the deeper part of the Tremur forest.
Their march and movements rang through the trees and grasses with a strange, sombre rhythm that hardly had the capacity for levity. Bestial screams were mixed into the sound of their feet thumping, and it was likely these sounds of agony that forced some of the creatures that would have pounced at anything that breathed, to hide and merely watch from the shadows under the harsh sun.