Hide stood at the threshold and watched.
The two Wolfthralls were recovering from the collision — the one that had lost its skull had located it by sound or by some sense that had nothing to do with eyes, the skull dragging itself across the flagstones and reorienting at the base of the neck-vertebrae column.
The other pressed itself upright against the wall, shaking its head once in the way a dog shook off water.
Both of them looked toward the doorway,, with hunger, but neither of them stepped through it.
They stood at the edge of the darkness inside the hall, the Abyssal light from Hide's palm reaching just far enough to catch the faint glitter of rotted eye-fluid in the empty sockets. The growling had reduced to a low sustained sound.
'Why aren't they coming out?'
Hide studied them curiously, the chains — he had heard them in the darkness before pulling Fuu clear, the heavy iron rattling of something under restraint.
