ii) Shyan calls for a hold

Shyan calls for a hold. Her teammates scuffle to a stop around her. She squints into the darkness, then grabs the carved ivory horn at her belt. It had long ago been pried from the head of a six expex chargerbeast. She held it to her lips and blew a low, mournful tone. The animals’ tittering became a jumbled mass of cries, confused and afraid.