The whistle's pressure rolled through the cavern like a blade of pure command.
Graye jerked upright in a mid-beast interview. "Ohhh, that's the 'we've-gotta-run' whistle."
Jessy, crouched beneath another monster's posterior, muttered, "Finally. I was starting to run out of butt jokes."
Rufus flailed for balance, whispering, "Left foot—no, other left—don't explode, don't explode—"
Selena merely turned on her heel, her black coat fluttering as if the chaos beneath her wasn't worth the calories.
Jake, however, dove into the shadowy ground like a departing ghost, unlike others, who ran.
Alex, on the other hand, smacked Nibbles's furry backside. "Retreat, commander! Tactical snack withdrawal!"
The squirrel answered with a furious squeak and a tiny salute before leaping to the next stalagmite.
With that, everyone rushed back, and despite moving fast, their stealth rules remained. After all, they were still between the beasts.
