There was no stopping them now. The flickering light of the sentry's torches in the valley below showed that all too well.
Hidden behind a thick stand of scrub brush, Nabin watched the Ravog advance across the grassland in an undulating tide. Even from a safe distance, their harsh calls and ravenous moans sent shivers down his spine.
Already several unfortunate hare sentries had fallen prey to the insatiable horde. They had fought valiantly but the size, speed and sheer numbers of Ravog made the outcome inevitable.
Now all that remained were their signal fires. It grieved Nabin but he could do nothing to save them. Dying with them would accomplish nothing; he had to find a way to save Habiun too and somehow stop these monsters.
It had been hours since he sent the message to Flop. He knew it was unlikely it would reach his nephew in time to escape but at least it would let him know they were coming.
Nabin prayed that would be enough to prevent the unthinkable from happening, but prayers weren’t enough.
Nabin knew he needed help, and he thought he knew where he could find it. He turned and disappeared, moving in the opposite direction of the invading army.