Frex followed the tracks keeping a safe distance between himself and whoever was up ahead. It had to be more than one creature up ahead because he heard a lot of footsteps. The footsteps became faster and faster, they were running. Frex started to run too trying not to get noticed. 'Why are they running? I just hope they didn't see me.' Frex thought. He noticed that there were also a few sligs running through the woods too.
After running for about half an hour the sligs got left behind, but Frex was convinced that he had to follow whoever was running. It was juust a wierd feeling.
Frex stopped suddenly from a horrible pain in his chest. But he noticed that the footsteps stopped. He breathed hard through his mask and sat down behind a bush. 'Thank Odd they stopped' Frex thought and sighed. 'Another ten metres and my lungs would have burst.'
He grabbed the knife from his pocket and approached the figures carefully. Frex saw two steefs and a slig he recognised. He put the knife back.
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