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Caution followed every step you made towards the creature. The sound of the dry dirt and crinkling grass beneath your shoes sounded louder than it ever had... but the closer you got, the less danger you felt.
The sack thief had yet to move from its previous position. Every movement it made seemed to have clear effort behind it; enough to instill confidence that it wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.
It was little surprise, then, that it showed minimal resistance to your attempt at stealing the sack back. Sure, it nipped and growled, but that growl definitely wasn't frightening enough to deter you. It was about as terrifying as a yelp from one of the kits back at the Gulch, with the frustrated gekkering that followed being about as reminiscent.
Nevertheless, your sack was safe and sound. Opening it up revealed a wonderful yet obvious truth: all of your food was plenty intact. Even the softer fruits that you'd packed near the top seemed safe from any bruising. Huzzah!
You glanced behind you. Mary was still asleep. Hovering your palm over her wool left your hairs standing on end. Best not to touch it for sure...
A shuffle back to where your bed lay gave you enough space to shut your sack and start searching for your notebook. No matter what the demon had tried to do to your stuff, you weren't going to pass up an opportunity to study something you'd never seen before so closely.
Within mere minutes nearly half your page had been filled up. An enormous sketch of the creature was the first thing to be recorded, of course, with description of basic features to follow.
You inched closer to the stranger, your eyes wide and detailing every bit of minutia. <span class="mu-i">Long black fur, in twain, akin to a pair of tails.</span> Its gekkering grew louder.
A pause was given after the new volume, but swiftly abandoned once you caught sight of the dark markings on its legs. Boots! Dark boots! On grey, no less... <span class="mu-i">socks marked similarly to</span> Obscurnus Catulus, <span class="mu-i">possible relation?</span> It'd have to be a pretty distant relative, that was for sure, but there was no harm in entertaining the idea.
Ears <span class="mu-i">like a gargoyle's, pointed skyward, red interior...</span> the shade of red interested you, its prevalence among the inner-ear's flesh being particularly absurd-- <span class="mu-i">warning sign? Sickness?</span> You reached out a hand--
