Sam kept her staff raised as her eyes swept through the trees, feeling uneasy about their focused stares on them.
Her grip tightened slightly as her eyes began to move, taking them in properly now.
They were wrapped in layers of white clothing that left the arms and shoulders bare, showing off too much skin, and had long pointy ears.
Some of them wore masks made of bones, and from their builds, male and female were easy enough to distinguish.
However, it was the way their green eyes unnaturally caught the light that kept pulling Sam back. Eyes that were not feral, rather they looked aware and intelligent.
Sam had read cases of monsters in dungeons displaying intelligence before, heck she met one not too long ago clad in gold. But these creatures seemed different in a way she couldn't explain yet.
Behind them, the pack had completely retreated, and Jerry's voice dropped to a whisper. "I have a feeling these things are worse."
