Otatso Wetlands Flatworm

A second one, come closer now. Man, one-eyed and tall, draped in the same cloak of night as she was. 

Seemed inhospitable places were rather popular. She wondered if they too felt the pull of death in the air. Perhaps they just itched to add to it. I come. she echoed, sparing a glance between the two who clearly knew each other. Their easy invitation offered more than just the prospect of a meal, it offered connections. 

Perhaps a place to hold out a while. Perhaps.

She kept her thoughts locked up. What are we hunting? lanky figure rose, dared to step much much closer, barriers of hesitance, suspicion, all abandoned. 

She would make herself useful. Worm built herself off of that very drive.