Everyone moves up the rise, digging in to make the climb in short time, and takes position shoulder to shoulder with Oram and the bearded traveler. Both men nod in appreciation and common purpose, but say nothing, keeping their focus, braced and searching through the fog ahead.
Peering into the fog, you see that it is thick, hanging in the air and among the trees almost like a tangible film.
Slowly they take shape within the swirl of mist. Their eyes you see first, then the outlines of their massive bodies. They stalk in baring their teeth. As they get close, they growl a low and disturbing grumble.
Before you in the fog, deadly hulking hounds!