4338.209 · July 28, 2018 AD
The Night They Came to Bixbus
The pack had been watching for days. New prey had arrived—soft, slow, unaware of the rules. On the night of 27 July, five shadows descended on the settlement the prey called Bixbus. By morning, two of the pack would never hunt again.
The pack moved on Bixbus after nightfall. Five hunters, coordinated and silent, surrounding the cluster of tents where the new arrivals slept.
They had not anticipated the Chewbathian.
The woman with the bow killed one of them before it could strike. Wounded another. One hunter caught a young male by the leg and dragged him through the dust before releasing him. Another pursued fleeing prey through a Portal and found itself trapped in a world that smelled wrong—but not before its claws found flesh.
By dawn, the pack had lost two. The survivors retreated when the Chewbathian severed the dead one's head and left it as warning.
The settlement survived. The pack remembered.
