They caught him on a frozen plain!
Noah let them as he had seen the pack turn toward him down the long black street, so he walked out to meet them, past the last frozen houses and onto a white plain so wide it could have held an Observable Existence, and he waited there with his hands at his sides while the pack poured in from every direction at once.
There were twelve of them.
Night Lifeforms. Each one was a monstrosity the size of a mountain range, built like a man stretched and starved and frozen until it was more bone than flesh. They moved on all fours across the ice, their spines rising in long ridges, their ribs open down their fronts like the doors of empty barns.
Their faces were long and eyeless. Their mouths opened from chin to chest. Where they ran, the frozen space of the Evergrave split around them and closed again behind, and the Dimensionality pouring off their bodies came down on the plain like a storm of black hail.
They were fucking ugly!
