Scuttle Buttin'
Demons at bay
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He pauses just inside the entrance, considering for a moment, then turns and steps quickly out. A short, silent search is conducted, and satisfied with what he finds, he returns to his fellow stalker. A handful of small, smooth pebbles are offered, and he holds one between thumb and forefinger of his other hand.
The pebble is thrown then, arching over the top of the maze and landing with a soft clatter of noise in a corner, a sound the girls might take as giving away the position of those that pursue. A grin is visible in the dim light as he turns back, sure he'd not need to speak for the other to catch on...
The pebble is thrown then, arching over the top of the maze and landing with a soft clatter of noise in a corner, a sound the girls might take as giving away the position of those that pursue. A grin is visible in the dim light as he turns back, sure he'd not need to speak for the other to catch on...