The fortune telling old lady asked for a story.
Amity holds both hands in front of her in a sort of placating gesture. “Sure, sure. Okay well.” She wracks her brain. You heard about the.... uh... stilt-wolves, right? I mean. Man. Was talking to a lady just come back from up north, she was doing mining stuff for like... a year. Done with it. Left with one of the spring caravans. Or whatever they call them. Carrying all the stuff down to actual civilization.”
She looks at the old woman. “So they’re traveling through the forest and they hear this noise, right? They hear wolves howling. And it’s real close. Only.....” Amity leans forward. “It’s up high.”
“And outta the darkness and the trees come these huge wolves, and they’re all twisted up and wrong. And they’ve got long long legs that are just one big... claw at the end of em. And they just run in and .... stab everyone to death by stepping on em.
”Amity nods to herself. “It’s a real bad time for the mining companies.”
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