Tal had to stretch his legs to a near trot to keep up with the General's pace, following in his friend's wake and dipping into his Bag of Holding again and again for armfuls of slim branches, sticks, and ambitious twigs that would catch fire with more ease than the solid logs that Deimos brought. They wouldn't burn long, but if they could fuel the hungry flames long enough for the logs to catch they would do their duty.
Bell finished her treat and trotted obediently along at the front of the sled, stopping when it stopped even without a harness on. She watched the humans at their game of sticks curiously but always seemed to have one red ear cocked towards Belial.
Rumors of the monsters of the Hollowed Grounds were like scary stories told around a dying fire; ill omens and blackest murder committed for mysterious, nefarious purposes. Tal listened to the rendition of one who had been there, a first-hand account, with wide eyes and a delicious shudder of fear at the nightmares Deimos conjured. "How did they know?" A question asked while depositing another bundle of kindling from his bag. "About who you loved?"
Bell finished her treat and trotted obediently along at the front of the sled, stopping when it stopped even without a harness on. She watched the humans at their game of sticks curiously but always seemed to have one red ear cocked towards Belial.
Rumors of the monsters of the Hollowed Grounds were like scary stories told around a dying fire; ill omens and blackest murder committed for mysterious, nefarious purposes. Tal listened to the rendition of one who had been there, a first-hand account, with wide eyes and a delicious shudder of fear at the nightmares Deimos conjured. "How did they know?" A question asked while depositing another bundle of kindling from his bag. "About who you loved?"
