Gaunt and Lykopis raced through the shadows, Gaunt's mind working feverishly, while Lykopis just wanted something to fight, to kill, to keep her mind off of the recent tragedies she'd suffered.
"The energy bouncing around. . .a carnivorous beast. . .massive cold and frost. . .the bodies still warm. . ." Gaunt's voice carried and then dropped as he moved from shadow to shadow. Lykopis could only make out a fraction of what he was saying.
"Gaunt, slow down! What are you saying? Where is this demon bear creature?"
"Did Marshall sound. . .off. . .to you?" Gaunt paused and turned back towards the amazon. "We did not mention the bodies, how did he know of them?"
Lykopis stopped suddenly. "Do you think this Lord Asbjorn has taken them?"
"I do not know. I--" Gaunt stopped and tilted his head at a slight angel. "Listen. . ."
From the distance came a shrill, high pitched whistling, an almost undulating, inhuman tone to it's pitch.
Lykopis gripped her sword handle. "What is that. . .?" She asked quietly.
"I am a fool." Gaunt answered. Leaning back against the wall, the Vanguards listened for the whistling. "I thought only of our location, I was not looking at what actually was happening."
"Gaunt, what are you saying, you're making no sense." Lykopis' hand shook slightly as it rested on her blade.
"There are legends of these beings across the world. In Nepal, they are known as Yeti. In Ireland, the Grey Man, in North America, Sasquatch or Wendigo. If the whistling begins again, cover your ears."
"But why?"
"The stench of evil that hangs off of these beasts is powerful. Gloom, despair, and madness will overtake your mind, and you will fall victim to them. They are also shapeshifters. We are all in great danger."
"Do you think they've captured Drake and Link?"
"I fear. . .that is exactly what has happened. . ."
The conversation stopped as the whistling began again.
