#WritcoStoryPrompt23

The howl that rang out the silent night was heard across the slumbering tents.
The shriek was enough to make every hair on his body stand on end.

The monsters had found them...

"Strike the lights! And someone find that accursed Sandish guide!"

The camp transformed in an instant, all the sleepers were quickly aiding the watchmen, the drill practiced so many times they could have done it in their sleep, indeed some probably were.

Veltros alone ran to find their guide.
His tent was a little apart from the rest, marked by the heavy wooden door- hideously...