If the horde started baying and howling, the sound would carry straight to the Zerith scouts, waking up the entire enemy army before the dawn rotation could even begin.
"We can't run," Kira muttered, her jaw tight as she quickly pulled three heavy bone-tipped arrows from her leather quiver, holding them between her fingers. "If we turn our backs, their noses will track us through the roots in minutes. Once they lock on a prey, they'll chase it straight back. "
"Who said anything about running?" Sol smirked, his silver-crimson eyes flashing with a dark, predatory light. Fear was the last thing he was worried about. He adjusted his stance, his heavy boots digging into the wet clay until he felt the solid rock beneath the mud. "I told you before, we are here to clear the path. If even one of these mutts howls, the zerith and other monsters will be on us before we can blink.
