Clash!
Boom!
"Marcus! Take care of the dingo approaching!" one of the veterans shouted as he clashed with one of the beasts that had ambushed them mid-crossing.
The attack came from below, from crevices in the canyon walls where the creatures had been lying in wait. They'd learned to use the bridges as hunting grounds.
Dingoes swarmed up from the depths, their lean, hardy bodies perfectly adapted for speed and agility. Most displayed sandy-yellow to red-ginger coats, though a few were marked with black or white patterns. Their brown, almond-shaped eyes locked onto targets with focus, and their pricked ears swivelled constantly, tracking sounds.
Dignoes were medium-sized canines, but dangerous in packs and terrain like this, where mobility was restricted.
