We heard the howls piercing through the veil of dusk.
It shouldn't be possible. It had only been several weeks since we'd come home and we knew that we'd left no trail to follow. Destruction was swelling for the humans for as we sounded the alarm to all within the walls of home we faced the worst of nightmares born to life. Scouters went out. Not to engage but to recon. We needed information. There was so much that we did not know about this enemy.
The people were afraid. To much and too little of what was coming had already been passed around the stronghold. Fear was tinging the air with its potent pungent aroma. For as much as we did not feel fear, the humans were in a near frenzy of adrenaline soaked panic. There was so many of them and the howls, while still a ways off, were like a becon to use directly. We could warn them, but there human nature, their flight and flight responses were in full gear. I shook my head at the pacing, the panic, the screams and the tears. We had done and built so much, yet still it was not enough in their eyes, for us to protect them.
I shook my head again and sighed. We would have to fight this war, but first, we would have to fight the war at home.
I heard someone say we should run, flee...
"And where would you go any safer that what you have now? You would invite death to find you sooner!" I said in honesty, but also in anger. Panic was so useless, it seemed to remove all ability and intelligent thought.
"There are too many here. To much fear and blood. They will smell us. It will know that we are here." The man said again. We are doomed to death!" There were others around him that raised their voice in agreement. The rumblings were growing louder.
"I have an idea." The small and gentle natured woman spoke up. Here voice was lost in den of fear. She was new, having arrived only a few days before. Though she was not more than a few years older than me, she seemed fairly ancient.
"I have an idea!!!" She fairly scream this time. The mere loudness of here voice causing the room to quiet.
"Let's hear this idea?" My father said...
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