From afar, crouched and hidden, the girls were watched by eyeless sockets and supernatural sight.
“Dru,” rasped a whisper unheard over the snow as she served stew from the pot.
A skull’s gaze turned to Cryton, then an angry snap of teeth devoured rabbit flesh and fur raw.
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