Two of those creatures or more... Asra didn't like the idea in the slightest but Symon seemed correct that they didn't seem intent on leaving them alone either. Although hopefully if they were anything like some of the beasts he'd come across in his travels before, enough of a fight might convince them that they weren't worth the effort.

Somehow he doubted that was going to be the case.

He glanced at Symon with the question and a wry smile tugged at his lips. "I think we've enough now. No point in pushing our luck further if we do make it through this. And too much more fighting and we'll end up needing more healing herbs than I have and we'll be close to where we started."

He tried a smile, but it was small, worried, and immediately disappeared as his eyes widened. "Symon-!"

It moved through the trees unnaturally fast, almost like it were somehow shifting between the very shadows the trees provided than running, and there was something off about its gait. Like the legs bent in too many places. It was shadow and silence and the sharp, wet shapes of dozens of teeth in a mouth that split the black and went further and further back, gaping wide as it lunged for Symon's head.