The sound of feasting flesh and crunching bones would soon die down to a halt as the Roushta’s snake-like limbs would pause in their task just briefly. Two of them from the spider’s midsection coiled up and inspected the air, sensing the heat signatures of the group of Hunters as well as the torch Sinthe was carrying around. It seemed that Macey’s predication would become reality as the other serpents began hissing out loudly to alert the spider of more prey.

Thankfully though, the hulking arachnid let out a whirring screech that made the snakes docile once more. It would pursue these newcomers only after it had finished this meal. This symbiotic relationship between the two seemingly different creatures was enough to buy the Hunters some time in striking first and developing their plan. But they had best act soon because the Roushta was consuming twice as fast now, its instinct to taste fresh meat overriding all other senses.

Back in White Wolf Tavern, Maribel rolled her eyes and sighed loudly at Donny’s lame pun. Really, could he be any more immature? Still, the rising chill in the surrounding area was a cause for concern. The cold didn’t affect her but she still stayed close to Donny’s side, knowing that something was coming.

Despite her many travels, there were still numerous monsters and nightmares that she had yet to encounter. On this occasion, she had felt the oncoming chill before but only once. She frowned in thought, trying to remember where she had experienced this phenomenon and what had caused it.

Her pondering would have to be put on hold however, as a shrill scratching sound echoed from the ceiling, along with several large and loud bumps. Casting her eyes up to the noise, she motioned for Donny and Roless to follow her outside to the front of the Tavern.

Whatever sought to plague Iredele now was lying in wait on the rooftop.