The chieftain skidded to a halt, its heavy breaths coming out in ragged bursts. For a moment, it stared in the direction Arachne and Fenrir were retreating.
Then, its lips twisted back over its teeth.
It had already resolved itself to take on both of them. Returning empty-handed was the last option it wanted to take. It needed at least one trophy as long as it could get them to cross that boundary.
It released a bellowing roar, one that sent vibrations through the grass and leaves around it. It was a challenge layered as a taunt.
It was demanding for them to come back and finish what they had started.
This time, Fenrir stopped.
This time, Fenrir stopped, staring at the troll with a look full of hatred. It remembered that the troll was the reason Arachne came all the way here. It was "its" fault that he had to be here.
