Dan gives Aster a wink and starts to walk deeper into the darkness, no longer pushing back on being told what to do now that he knows it's not about authority but about concern and affection.
He whistles some of the most famous refrains from Swan Lake and the Nutcracker as he otherwise silently picks his way over rocks and branches and deadfall. He stops when he hears something moving. He draws his gun, feeling more comfortable using it now against these creatures now that he knows it only slows them down.
He looks back to see if Aster sees anything, but the fog blocks his view. He takes a step back, hoping to get back in sight, when he feels his sleeve snag on a branch. He tries to tug it free, and something tugs back, and tugs back hard enough to pull him off his feet and into brambles.
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He whistles some of the most famous refrains from Swan Lake and the Nutcracker as he otherwise silently picks his way over rocks and branches and deadfall. He stops when he hears something moving. He draws his gun, feeling more comfortable using it now against these creatures now that he knows it only slows them down.
He looks back to see if Aster sees anything, but the fog blocks his view. He takes a step back, hoping to get back in sight, when he feels his sleeve snag on a branch. He tries to tug it free, and something tugs back, and tugs back hard enough to pull him off his feet and into brambles.
"Whoa!"