Bramblepoint circinus

it worked.
the boy stirs, eyes opening with a slow blink, squinting to adjust to the darkness. groggy, he does not fully register what goes on around him; there is a rather aggressive floral scent that was not there before, and another earthen one that is not quite wolven.
his jaws split in a yawn, tongue unfurling in an almost serpentine manner — and that is when he notices the pair of eyes that look upon him, glowing and uncanny.
he freezes like a deer staring into headlights as a strange feeling of impending doom begins to thud in his ears.