Hideaway Strath stjärnbild

From behind the small woman came another shape, barely a breath after she had passed a warning to Skarm; the shape got larger and larger until it dwarfed the spriggan and Rosenskarm was at once aghast. He stared a moment before dropping his gaze.

With that went everything else. He looked half-drowned by the storm already, and muddy, but plastered himself upon the roots beneath his feet like a lichen carpet. Stop, drop, and grovel. His tail-wag had ceased immediately, and the slap of it against the mud was the only noise he made.