Chapter 86: First hurdle

Gog was an invaluable help on the road. He could bring down small game with his hatchet. They ate as much as they could from it, and stored the rest in Goglina's bottomless bag, which was self-sorting. Well, so was Gog's, but they kept his bottomless bag for emergencies.

They walked for a day, until the smell of blood hit their noses. It was not rot that hung in the air, it was the scent of fresh blood. Gog got before Goglina without her having to tell him, his hatchet in his hands.

"We can walk around," she said, voice wavering.

"If we do, we will get lost," Gog told her, moving ever closer to the scent of the carnage.

They were upon a clearing after a bit of walking, and they found a fallen wolf pack. Limbs were missing from some of the wolves, yet so were the eyes. Not a single wolf had eyes in their sockets.

"Hunters? Or a Lich?" Gog asked, as he moved to the nearest wolf.