The lights blinked again and pulled back, narrowing slightly as Jalin waved her knife at them. They were, indeed, attached to a form which was tall and shadowy and very much a part of the darkness. "You could fall on that," the lights dimmed and the throaty words rumbled and cracked.
"Please," Fell's hold on Jalin had faltered and she felt for the girl until she found her once more. "Please, I don't want to be caught by those things." Her shudder transferred into the girl's arm that she had grabbed hold of.
The tall figure eyed them rather obviously, the lights danced and whirled like miniature pinwheels. Pinpoints which may have been pupils, much like one would see in a praying mantis, slid across them both and to the side. "Hrrmmm," the shadows and lights grunted in thought then the lights went out.
"Jalin!" Fell hissed, grabbing the girl back. Of a sudden, the lights were at their waist level, strangely larger and canted at the edges. Fell held tightly to Jalin, keeping the other woman close, the solidity of another like herself giving her a sense of reality which had been missing from the moment the elderly crier had come upon them in the midst of the road. "It is my friend, the one I spoke to you of, who could help us." If there had been no caravan, she wondered if he'd ever have helped. No doubt, he would ask for something in addition to a usual fee for this small kindness as well.
"Well? Climb on." The figure shifted and Fell could feel warmth and long fur against her hand, then a solid side bumped into she and Jalin. The older woman had begun to search for the girl's hand, having found the one with the dagger, and had taken the hand, not for the dagger, but for the ability to have a hand to hold. She hadn't any cause to believe that there was danger at all from the eyes, nor for Jalin because she knew the Golter to be surprisingly fast in the shape he'd just taken as well as quite capable of seeing in the dark with those eyes, but the nearness of where Golter's screams had shattered the night had her skin crawling.
She reached with her free hand and felt the slender back. They would have to hold tightly with their knees, for the lithe, long backed creature that Golter had become, was long haired but slick as velvet and almost as slender as a pole fence.
"Come, Jalin," she gave the girl's hand a light tug. "We need to go with him. We need to get out of the woods."
"Indeed," the figure seemed to laugh and looked about them slowly. The eyes which had seemed so bright, were out of sight at a turn of the head, yet in the darkness, the eye-shine from them gave ghostly form to the forest around them. "I think they are done with their meal, it would be advantageous for you to come with me, else I'll leave you here. It is no concern of mine if you feed the caravan or not."
Fell, tugging insistently on Jalin's sleeve, climbed atop what felt more like a weasel, long haired and as tightly wound as a yarn ball, muscle under fur and over bone, which had little to no give, and felt as the spine under her seat bones gave slightly at her weight. The Golter chuffed softly and shifted.
"Come, Jalin," Fell said softly, fairly certain the already twitchy girl she had met on the road had to be to be near to a breaking point. "Let us go." She gave another light tug, forcing herself to trust in the common sense of the Illion people.