Dark shadows stood on the cliff, watching as the faint fires of the Stone Spears tribe were rekindled. They looked out, and more shapes moved. Hundreds of them. Thousands. The night was filled with shadows, and as the blizzard began to engulf the land in earnest, the dark shape stood. It bit into the Gnoll and ripped flesh away, chewing. And then the Gnoll slowly sat up. Lifeless eyes stared at the one who had brought it back,
No -- they were too close --- they would've attacked anyway but maybe the % of death would have differed?
