"There's a trail. Keep low. I can spot three or four bodies. Moving west to east. Don't think it's cinderback."
Liora joined him, brace clicking softly against stone.
She crouched and studied the sign.
"Skarn?"
"No claw lines."
"Glassmaw?"
"Too light."
Veska glanced down from the upper shelf.
"Stormlings."
Everyone went still.
Rohan did not know that word.
He hated how everyone else reacted to it.
"Can anyone care to give me an explanation?" he asked.
Maerin was already signalling the harvesters to secure the tubes.
"They're small pack beasts drawn to fresh storm-silver. They're extremely fast. Their bite carries electic charge, so be wary of that."
"Of course it does."
"They hunt by pulse sense."
"Which means?"
"Do not let your heart race too loudly."
Rohan stared at her.
"How on earth are we supposed to counter that!?"
"Learn quickly."
The first stormling appeared on the opposite shelf.
