“absolutely the f*** not”
The thing chittered at them. It did not speak, but its message was clear: let me out of this prison.
"Oh, hell no," Blight muttered. "We are not going anywhere near that."
Lujayn murmured agreement. "Let us not invite trouble."
Percy looked at the being. "It looks sad. Why not?"
The party had already begun to move forward, and Percy paused, looking back. The Courser-like thing's head was low, its ears drooping. "Oh, come on, guys," he said.
Sartoris screeched. The thing had buried its teeth in her leg.
"On second thought, perhaps not," Percy said mildly as Lujayn charged past with her sword.
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