Grouse Thicket calling the inquisition

attn: @Ikkuma

 

The beasts forged through the thicket until they had found the end of this territory, too. By then, they had exacted their revenge upon the guiltless grouse the place had been named for; blood, wood, feathers, and dirt clung to their enormous figures, the latter of which Ikkalrok freed from her leathery nostrils with a heavy snort. With a lolling tongue, the bitch gazed to the night sky before her low voice sounded off, a summons to those who would know—or even think—to listen for it. The voices of those with her joined in, the sound surely a foreboding one to any that would not recognize their beckoning.