Blackfeather Woods I am that technology allowed.

It's quite big, he added to the boy's assessment.

Sloshing steps carried him in a half circle, trying to get a better view of their discovery. The stretching, inky shadows did not assist in forming a mental image of what it could be. Kinloch swore that he could see bones in there - a skeletal outline of something long gone. The foreignness of it had squirmed in his belly and shifted his feet with unease.

Kinloch braved a tentative sniff where one of the shadows stretched. His nose came to life with surprise. Even its scent was unlike anything that walked their mortal earth.

It smells… like earth and old dirt. And something more.