Jack moved quickly, but carefully, Oscar held ready, every sense alert for ambush. The panthers had reported Stormfang's location but couldn't tell him the wyvern's condition or intent.
Was it fleeing? Setting a trap? Trying to reach a more defensible position?
The blood trail continued, droplets more frequent now as if Stormfang's wound had reopened with exertion.
The more it bled, the weaker it would become, the easier the eventual binding would be.
A sound echoed up from deeper in the passage. The scrape of claws on wood, followed by a pained hiss. Jack was getting close now.
Jack dismissed the panthers with a thought, their consciousness fading from the Soul Link as they returned to whatever liminal space bound creatures occupied when not actively manifested.
No point having them interfere with what should have been a clean hunt.
He rounded a bend in the passage and caught a glimpse of yellow scales disappearing around another turn a hundred feet ahead.
