"Is that… supposed to be a good thing?" one of the Lizardfolk guards muttered, scanning the treeline. His partner frowned too, finally noticing what had been bothering him—there weren't even any bugs chirping. Just the soft rustle of leaves in the wind.
"Could it be… something dangerous nearby?" the other guard asked, unease creeping into his voice.
He had no idea just how right he was.
Behind him, a massive black shadow had silently crept up, looming like a nightmare. A heavy paw, thick with fur and claws, suddenly landed on his shoulder.
"Huh?" The Lizardfolk guard felt a sudden weight press down on him. He glanced sideways—and froze.
A huge, furry paw was resting on his left shoulder.
What the hell?
His heart lurched. Instinctively, he turned his head to look—
And in that instant, a blast of hot, fetid breath hit his face. A gaping maw filled with jagged teeth lunged straight at him.
CRUNCH!
