It rips across the sky, louder than the harshest thunder, more
ferocious than a pride of rabid lions. Something is out there, the
roar lets them know, and it's coming for them.
“Does that feel better?” Raven asks Robert, “Are you happy now
that there's danger abroad?”
“I didn't say I wanted danger,” Robert replies, “But you have
to admit something felt wrong.”
“I'll admit no such thing,” Raven spits, turning to Curly. “Can
we tell where that's coming from?”
The roar comes again, and if anything it's louder than the first, and
hungrier.
“It seems to come from everywhere,” Curly and Mo say, “As if we
are already encircled by, well, whatever it is.”
Robert, looking here and there with panic, gasps when he sees a hill
in the distance suddenly double in height.
