Logan looked around. The fog wasn't as thick now, sparing his eyes the usual strain. At least twenty frogs surrounded him—maybe more—each one ready to lash out with its tongue.
But Logan didn't see enemies; they were far too weak to be.
These creatures likely had never seen a human before. Even if they had, they didn't understand the concept of a food chain, let alone that they might be on the lower end of it.
He debated taming one or simply moving on. There was no need for carnage here. At least, not for him.
Silis thought otherwise, though.
One of the frogs had dared strike her master with its nasty tongue. That alone earned her wrath. Whether or not they were poisonous didn't matter. She was a basilisk—poison resistance was among her many natural gifts.
Within seconds, four of the oversized frogs vanished into her gaping maw with little more than a crunch.
Scorch and Juggernaut both also ready to pounce, but seeing how easily Silis handled the ambushers, they backed off.
