The day progressed as relatively normal as could be. Walking, talking, breaking for food and a moment's rest, everyone continued onward. At first everything seemed fine. Murmuring of the wind across the ground steadily grew louder, louder and louder until it was soon apparent that it wasn't the wind at all.
It was the ferocious yowl of something gigantic and feline. It was coming for the Sleepers. It was ready to hunt.
Day 2 (May 2nd)
It was the ferocious yowl of something gigantic and feline. It was coming for the Sleepers. It was ready to hunt.