7 October 2012
Miko, the ancient varg word for small and fast, it fit, the tiny cub had grown accustomed to following her now. He would nip at her heels when he was hungry, there were deer and rabbit carcasses littered all over, obviously the thing's doing, but she and Miko were way too hungry to care. It had seemed like fate, the two had found each other when both were lost and lonely, and had formed a close friendship. Miko was still very small, and often walked under her for protection, she could guess he, too was aware of the thing's presence.
The deeper into the forest, the more bodies strewn across the red splattered ground, and she had had no idea of how big it was until the stag. It was almost fresh when they found it, lying across the open path, it would have been a casual sight if not for the mark, the biggest bite-mark either of them had ever seen, it was double the size of Miko, at least.
This was when they started to realise the situation at hand, this thing was colossal, possessed and relentless, and it was coming after them.
Tala, Chapter 8 • Opuss № I