The Isle of Xaaida

Scout didn’t know when she’d passed out, nor when she’d woken up. It was all a blur, to the point that her first thought upon waking up with a feeble jolt was… where’s my bed? Instead of the soft fabric she’d been expecting, beneath her face was just cold. Bright, frigid cold, its teeth piercing through her fur with ease. Cold to her very core. The nyulop attempted to sit up, blearily trying to blink snow, grit and… something else from her eyes....

Boo stood, stunned, as he watched the scene take place in front of him. His mind struggled to put the pieces of what had just happened together- was this the monster Teles has been speaking of? Where had she gone? His grip on his dagger strengthened. He had hoped, naively, that they wouldn't have to face an actual monster. A monster of this size, living so close to his home? He had found it hard to believe. He would never have accused Teles of lying. He had simply hoped that her visions weren...