Ravensblood Forest dead man's chest

Their bilge rat once again was tasked with initiating the event.

She would take her time. Just long enough to make them wonder, just long enough to make them impatient.

Impatience would spur their jaws to bite harder, their teeth to sink deeper. This; and perhaps the vermin girl simply liked to play with fire. When she decided enough time had passed to make a point, she would thrust forward from the darkness, a monstrous thing come to shatter the monotony of the night, toppling the dominoes.

The chase begins.