Northstar Vale ¹ oþlō

What had she seen, other than the breathing concept of food that her gut-galvinized mind had conjured from her innards? There had been no face to see, and there was no telling that there was even flesh thrumming hot with blood and life just longing to be lashed from limb—!  "It strode along ze earth... upwise,"  she bid, her own nose wriggling about for that elusive scent and step and thing, "upon its hinds, in ze way that whelps might do when yipping up a tree."  A pause. Then:  "There was no tail, and ... and it moved as if it has lurked here, many times. I wonder at its weakness ... if any might be evident."

Crudely, plainly put: there was a big bitch in them woods.

They crossed the misted threshold all the same, though; stomachs purling, ribs elbowing for a peek behind the unearthly veils of the earth; come to let the unspoken and incomprehendable into the corpreal realm.