[Vander doesn’t know what to expect of this thing, considering what he’s seen out in these woods so far. Something about this feels almost animal-like—at least at first. It seems like almost no time at all until it burrows its way right on up the hill and between the two men. Vander moves to step back, quickening his pace when it seems to only draw its attention. It barely affords him the space to dodge the sweep of slick ink-black claws that spring up from the earth after him.]
It ain’t happy, whatever it is.
[Stating the obvious, really, since that described just about everything in these woods. The slender, eerily-long hand slips back into the dirt and for a moment everything around them seems to fall still.
Voice somewhat hushed—] Don’t fancy the chances of outrunning it.
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It ain’t happy, whatever it is.
[Stating the obvious, really, since that described just about everything in these woods. The slender, eerily-long hand slips back into the dirt and for a moment everything around them seems to fall still.
Voice somewhat hushed—] Don’t fancy the chances of outrunning it.