[She wishes that she could offer the pup another word of comfort before they take off, but Eustace is already on the move, and just as he knows she will be, Tifa catches up to run beside him. She wonders if the trees have always been so thick, or if it's just the shadows growing longer and darker as they run through them, weaving in and out between, taking any shortcuts off the path that they can find.
But she can feel it starting to sink into her bones—that cold chill that signals the coming of the New Moon, and... something else.
The pup must sense it too, because it whines again in her mouth before it growls and barks. And barks. And barks.
To the point where Tifa is looking down at him, confused, then at Eustace. She can't speak, but she does hope that he's listening...
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But she can feel it starting to sink into her bones—that cold chill that signals the coming of the New Moon, and... something else.
The pup must sense it too, because it whines again in her mouth before it growls and barks. And barks. And barks.
To the point where Tifa is looking down at him, confused, then at Eustace. She can't speak, but she does hope that he's listening...
And then her ears prick back.
Something is here, and it's coming for them.]