The Bracken Woods i've told you time and time again, i'm not as think as you drunk i am

Their journey has been uneventful, and Demeter is free to be lost in her own world. Dreaming of fantasy worlds much unlike their own, and frolicking happily through field after field of flowers. She misses seeing the Bay, but the kids have grown and taken to their own adventures... and she is blessed to have Dionysus at her side.

"What is that?"

Her brother's voice is muffled, for she hadn't quite been paying attention. Hmm? What is what? The russet babe asks, turning towards Dionysus with her floppy ears perked—alert, yet not fully understanding the seriousness of the situation at first. She has her usual sunshine smile on her lips.

In seconds, it's gone.

Frantic nudging from her brother would have brought laughter and playful nips, but now she feels the quake of the earth beneath her. Ears flatten and her tail tucks between her hind end. Eyes wide, lip quivering. She bolts, trying to run as fast as possible at her brother's beckoning. Gruesome snaps that make her entire body shiver and shudder follow behind her.

Dionysus! Demeter cries out. What is this? She parrots his unanswered question.