Chapter 101
The growling faded into the stone, and silence slipped back in, but it barely even lasted for a minute. Then came the scratching, a low, rhythmic scuffling that echoed through the cavern-like nails on a chalkboard.
I froze.
Something blinked up at us from the dark.
Two tiny glowing dots.
Cappy leaned forward with all the idiocy of a man who hadn't learned a single lesson after all the near-death experiences. "Who's a good little sn-"
I yanked him back just as the creature lunged, its tiny claws outstretched. A blur of fur and fungal rot shot through the air, and I reacted without thinking, booting it mid-leap. It smacked into that stalagmite with a sickening thunk and slid down, twitching. It let out a hiss that sounded like boiling mud, and I finally got a proper look at it.
It looked like a weasel.
