In the gloom of early morning they crept past the King.
With rifles drawn in a low stoop, they did their best to make their way along the regular morning route.
The King shuddered sharply, internal sensory organs attempting pick up a scent. With a frustrated spasm and a low mewling rumble the great beast resumed its fruitless hunt.
The two figures barely breathed, holding back crouched down, they waited for the King to disappear back into the mist.