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It was a short walk over to the shed to grab his scythe and Lucian followed his trail back to his home. That sense of unease had not yet left him. While he surely wanted to sleep he felt that sleeping was the last thing he wanted to do. So he stood guard outside the home of his family.
Studying the forest Lucian felt his spine shiver. THe very bones within his body were shaking as a cold gust of air was carried through threatening to steal all the heat from his flesh. If he was like his brothers he would have surely returned to the pile of bodies to keep himself alive for just that little bit more time.
He chose now not to. For as the wind came through he heard the subtle sound of footsteps among the winds. They were the soft pattles of dogs, such steps that should not have caused him worry. Every gust of wind that came he could hear more and more of those creatures.
He had heard such sounds before when he was walking the numerous trails of Aquitaine.
Lucian was not surprised when he started to catch the movement within the edges of the forest. Verac was surrounded by such trees and thus he could see them everywhere. AS he stood guard they were able to choose which angle they wanted to attack him from.
HIs vigilance soon turned to confusion as a thin layer of smoke came crawling from the edges of the flora. Never had Lucian seem such a rolling cloud within the forest, and never had he seen such a malevolent fog coming forth towards him.
He waited patiently then. His Scythe no longer rested upon the ground but instead raised within his hands. With the Scythe as his relic, Lucian gave a small prayer to none other than Morr himself. It was obvious now that Morr wished for him to face these creatures and thus woke him with such a disturbing dream.
Another creeping tingle crawled down his spine. It was like a bug had wiggled its way into his shoulder and crawled its way through his skin into the center column of his body. Arriving there it had gone all the way down to his pelvis and eventually crept into the ground underneath his feet.
His body knew what was happening. Yet Lucian waited until the full green light of Morrslieb broke through the clouds for a single moment to see them all through the trees.
There were several dozen of them. While indeed they were a kind of wolf their size was much more compared to that of a freshly birthed calf than that of a dog. Where a wolf of normal size could take away a young child with ease, these were the right size to take adults with them.
Their eyes were beading with the green light of Morrslieb. Such glares telling Lucian that they were all looking upon him.
