They slip farther down the canyon, the ground sloping gently downward. The farther they go, the deeper into shadow they have to go.
"I can't see anything up ahead. Stop for a moment. I want to listen."
They pause, and she holds her breath. There's the clicking of the scorpions they can see. And then there's the clicking of the scorpions they can't see.
And then there's the scrape CLACK of something much, much larger, emanating from a deep cut a few yards up slope to their left.
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They slip farther down the canyon, the ground sloping gently downward. The farther they go, the deeper into shadow they have to go.
"I can't see anything up ahead. Stop for a moment. I want to listen."
They pause, and she holds her breath. There's the clicking of the scorpions they can see. And then there's the clicking of the scorpions they can't see.
And then there's the scrape CLACK of something much, much larger, emanating from a deep cut a few yards up slope to their left.
"Ichabod."