The beast inside has been boiling, raging, drawing nearer and nearer towards the surface.

They haven't....managed to live this long as an animal for a long time....but with careful planning and positioning, staying away from the others except to bring back food and pelts for Nyra and the litter. Two children, sired by her, the oddity that was always an absorbed twin and someone new.

It's been working.

Even with Solas sent away to keep an eye on the den, it's been fine.

But the dream came.

The rage came with it.

Into the second door, the beast went, the calling for blood spilt too strong to resist.

Something, a miracle maybe, kept it from attacking the living beings, teeth sinking into disgusting burning muck with abandon.

Rip and tear.