As the first assault began, the forest came alive with the sounds of ghostly howls, rapid gunfire and pained piercing yelps. The two shooters discharged their weapons with calm and trained precision as each Beast approached from multiple directions.
The trees swayed and creaked but so far no Beast had been able to reach the treeline.
From the information provided by the Scouts as well as the hours of gruelling simulation practice, Love recognised the ghostly howls of the large wolf-like Beasts, but the reality of the assault was a new experience.
With her enhanced senses, the ghostly howls were almost ear-splitting and the smell of rot within their infected fur carried through the wind.
The convoy continued to move at a rapid pace as the snipers held back the wolves. But as they fell one by one the smell of blood and death permeated the air. The scent and noise of the convoy as well as the presence of humans, intruders into their domain, attracted more and more.
