Moonspear the devil at your door

His pack rallied to him, a retinue that would surely be enough to drive the feline out and away from them. Provided of course, they didn’t simply corner it and kill it outright—the thought crossed his mind as the pack filtered through the trees; he was satisfied with the headcount made, though willing to receive more.

Among them were two of his children who hastened to his side. Vega’s words reached him but he had no words to make a plan with, and could only nudge her with a reassurance that all would be well. Just as well that Senua and Kane arrived too; Dirge had certainties that he could make use of them here and now.

“Scout ahead,” he addressed them with a click of his teeth, urging them on. “We’ll cast a net not far behind you. We need to find it—and our messenger—before it finds something to sink its claws into.” His gaze shifted to his eldest children, his tone just as stern: “Both of you stay close to me.”

The others beyond that he presumed would fall in line somewhere in the mix.