Overture Downs something wicked this way comes

Something was coming.

His hackles raised as the adder approached him, twisting to stare with a single eye, a stone monolith there in the early dawn.

She was a sight that brought fear to him, in the same way the demon and the spider did, and he knew terror as a friend. How many times would he be haunted by these monsters of dusk?

He swiveled his ears back.

State your business! He called to the creature, trying desperately to bluff his way into confidence despite the tremulous fear in his voice.