As if moulded from oil and smoke, the six huge, cat-like creatures stealthily flow around the wide rooted trees of the dark Fey forest, in search of their nighttime prey…
A large-ish group of assorted two-legs, alongside a quartet of horses and a stinking dog. Bizarrely, the group seemed to have been attempting to track them, but now they’d pay a price for their temerity.
The pack leader halts and Half-twists in place, her sharp-fanged head, front taloned paws raised and two long barbed tentacles waving above, while her four back padded feet remain firmly planted on the leaf covered ground, long, thin tail quivering in anticipation.
“Quiet. We close. They stopped. But not resting. Not sleeping. Still, plan is good. Ready or unready.”
Her voice is quiet but loaded with barely restrained menace and the other ‘cats’ purr submissively.
“Three pairs. Spread out. Take position in dark. Use cover. Be silent. Stay hidden until my signal.”
One of the other shadowy, deep purple creatures moves slightly forward and growls low; questioning.
“Why hide? Surely dark cover enough?”
The pack leader growls back to assert her dominance.
“Dwarf there. See good as we. Will warn others. Spoil surprise!”
The second in command narrows her yellow eyes.
“Target Dwarf first?”
The pack alpha shakes her boney, fur covered head.
“No. Dwarven meat no good. Too salty. Too tough. Be swift. Go for horses. Kill vile dog if get chance.”
The five Betas nod in agreement before the Alpha finishes her brief.
“Watch for me. I go first. When they move to intercept me. You come from other sides of clearing. Pick off weak.”
