With eyes on the fiend, Krem was even more unnerved. It was a huge thing, in the way that going after dragons was going after a huge thing. It was a good thing there was the three of them, but Krem suddenly wished there was more. They could have used it.

Bull split off, and Krem went the opposite way, keeping an eye on the way that the fiend rooted about at the trees. Noises felt muted. More muted than they ought to have, even in the thickness of the forest. Something stank of rot, different than the usual molder of the forest floor, and Krem wasn't sure if it was the fiend, or something else.