The Sentinels the road to hell is paved with adverbs

it was not a shadow, but rather a ghost that followed him through the ruins of a lost kingdom. the inky ghoul had only just briefly caught sight of the boy's porcelain coat while he'd stopped to pluck at the worms, the finer details of his figure going otherwise unseen. by scent alone he could tell boy was in his adolescence, and healthy for the most part despite the lack of a pack woven in his fur.

it was only after he'd drifted a few paces away did astaroth come to realize the lack of sound that followed suit. hadn't the boy been following him? his nose began to wiggle just as the wind turned on a moment's notice, providing no more help to him than his eyes or ears. curious, the inky gargoyle stopped in his tracks and turned to face the direction he'd just come from, eager to learn if the boy still followed or if he'd gone off on his own way.