Untamed

The scouting skeleton fixed its eyes to five humans engaged in battle.

Jay observed from its haunting gaze as giant boulders crashed down onto a large writhing creature. He was too far away to hear the sounds of screams or screeches, but the attacks were powerful enough to send deep rolling quakes through the entire rocky plane, and he was certain the grand attacks could end him and his skeletons in one strike.

As he watched he saw the flutters of cloaks.

None of the humans had the hulking angular suits of black-stone armor that he’d seen elite soldiers wearing, so he wondered exactly who these people were. Adventurers? Explorers? Hunters? All were possibilities, but being this far from Losla was too much of a coincidence. He guessed they were hunting him—likely a nimble scouting force of the military.