Nobody moved as we stared at this little deer that seemed to think he owned the clearing. I don't know if any of us actually believed it was a deer and not an Eater in a tan fur disguise.
Gerard was the first one to slowly lower his gun and let out a few little breathy, shaky, chuckles. Craig and I followed suite letting our guard relax slightly. Tom was the only one still glued into the area as if he was waiting for something more to come through the brush.
Paranoid was the first word that came to my mind at that point. But when the animalistic roar came from behind the trees, I understood his paranoia. Out of the depths several creatures burst forward into view leaving an explosion of limbs and leaves in their wake. They stopped in their tracks and began making odd clicking noises wit
