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In between casual dodges, Bat was attempting to inform Tristan of her findings after a day's solo wanderings. "There's definitely that pack forming at the plateau, then I'm pretty sure I smelled scent markers around the bay on the other side of the burnt woods... but it was a little hard to tell and I didn't linger long," she was saying as she sidestepped another lunge. "I didn't feel particularly compelled by anything I found, to be hon—"

"Look," Tristan said in a hushed tone and per their conversation, Bat expected to clap eyes on a wolf (or maybe a pack of them) straggling along the shore. Instead, she saw what looked a lot like a gigantic cockroach scuttling along the beach. The sight of it instinctively repulsed her, causing the damp fur along her spine to prickle. When it moved behind the boulder and out of sight, she felt immeasurable relief.

"The fuck was that?" Bat asked, equally sotto voce for reasons unknown.