[ That... is not good. And even if Steak was the type to try and play off something as less serious than it is, there'd be no mistaking the tension in his shoulders, the aura rolling off him in waves.
He doesn't like that noise.
No, wait. Not the branch which tumbles to the ground, but something under it. A click click click, like nails against wood. Tentacles coil tightly around Steak and his gaze drifts in the direction of the noises. ]
There's something there.
[ The next series of noises is yet more rustling, but it's too large, too loud to be the birds from before.
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He doesn't like that noise.
No, wait. Not the branch which tumbles to the ground, but something under it. A click click click, like nails against wood. Tentacles coil tightly around Steak and his gaze drifts in the direction of the noises. ]
There's something there.
[ The next series of noises is yet more rustling, but it's too large, too loud to be the birds from before.
It sounds like something larger. ]