Threatening Sounds
There were at least twenty of them, all shifting uneasily, their hooves scraping against stone. Their breaths came out in snorts, sharp and aggressive. They formed a rough half-circle, enclosing Andrew in their gaze. The air vibrated with low, rumbling calls, noises that carried warning. Andrew’s pulse raced as he realized the herd wasn’t welcoming him. They were challenging him. He was an intruder—and they were ready to remind him.
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