An assault.
An assault.
The trolloc lifted its wolfish snout upwards and tested the air. No scents, no smells. None of those stinking horses. The scout peered at the ground to check for tracks, but only saw the familiar marks left by creatures of the Shadow. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and a woman started swatting at him with a firedrop-handled whip. The trolloc glared at her and called out: "Humans in the Blight!"