"On second thought," Lucas said,"wake them slowly. No sudden movements."
The Forest Shamblers stood motionless at the edge of their camp, their glowing eyes fixed on the group. Lucas's began to think about everything he knew about these creatures from the game.
Forest Shamblers were territorial but not inherently aggressive.
They responded to sudden movements and loud noises, which triggered their predatory instincts. But if you stayed calm, stayed still, sometimes they'd just... observe and move on.
Sometimes.
Garrett was frozen in place, his hand hovering near his sword. "What do we do?"
"Nothing," Lucas whispered. "Don't move. Don't attack. Just... wait a moment."
The largest Shambler tilted its head, studying them with alien intelligence.
Bits of moss fell from its shoulder as it shifted weight. The sound of wood creaking filled the air because its joints were moving like old tree branches in wind.
