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Something about the passage to the left makes your hair stand on end, so in response to Volka’s non-verbal question you give a non-verbal answer! It takes a few tugs for her to get the picture, but she figures it out around the eighth or ninth time you jerk your wrist to the right.
Splendid timing, too–as your prehensile-tailed tour guide leads you away from the stream, the uncanny feeling that you’re being followed only grows stronger! So much so that as you creep through a curtain of vine-like brambles that reek of old socks you barely notice Tzah-Tzie’s claws digging into your shoulders.
You’re about two seconds away from chucking her onto the ground when you hear it: a sudden shuffling of spindly appendages through the underbrush! Skidding to a halt thankfully muffled by the moss, you and your buddies tense up like a group of kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar!
Frozen in place, no one dares to make a move as the scrambling stops a foot or so in front of you. It goes without saying that you’re more of a visual guy than anything else, but based on what you heard you wager the critter ahead of you is just that: a beastie barely bigger than a fox… or a very fat squirrel!
Whatever the hell it is, it hasn’t moved since you did… the only question is: is it about to pounce, or scared out of its wits?
What do?
>Retreat!
>Defend! Prepare your shield!
>Move around it!
>Throw something to lure it away!
>Toss something at it!
>Make a scary sound!
>Stay silent! It’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!
