As she kept watch through the darkness, Veles did not sleep so soundly. He started to fidget in the dark, sweating from the sting of his leg wound and unable to shake the images of being hounded from his mind.
Elsewhere, Rook could not shake the memory of what he saw. Creatures that were shifting between animal form with ease! He'd heard of shfiters before, but had never met one. Even the beast that had killed his father was a singular creature, though powerful, was something he'd seen, something he knew he could face.
But moments like this, those that left him not knowing, he didn't like. The uncertainty unnerved him.
What were such creatures doing wandering around his traps?
It turned out, he wasn't the only one with such questions, and in the town he'd come to rest in, rumor of such creatures wandering the forest were rampant. They could be worth a pretty penny for someone that could capture one, a shifting animal. There were buyers for anything, why not these?