The tundra is now red. The snow that was once bright and clean runs crimson against the terrortops feet as it walks home happy and sated. BS clan had a glorious victory against the purple bears. We go to our rest. The march home was uneventful. Our warriors make the change back to bakers, hunters, farmers. Weapons are cleaned and put away.
The BS clan lays dorment. The night is dark and silent until the call. Those very same bakers, hunters, and farmers awake instantly as one. There is no sound but they all still can hear the call inside. This time it is different. It is not the growl of Terrortops wanting to feed. It is an even greater sound. CAW CAW rings in their souls. Terror Roars out its protest. Before the dawn light breaks the horizon the warriors have returned and are marching.
If you listen carefully you can hear them coming. Their feet work in rhythm to the beating of your terrified heart. boom boom boom boom
