Night Prey

Something in the air didn't smell right. With each pace along the castle walls, his senses heightened straining to locate the source of his discontent. Everything about this night didn't sit well with him. The howl of the rising wind informed him of the impending storm. But that wasn't the reason he was ill-at-ease. A strange scent upon the wind and a gnawing sensation at the base of his brain that something was wrong kept him on edge. Lightning cut the night sky reflecting off an object in the distance. His best guess set it several hundred yards away. The faint sound of weapons clashing and the minute scent of fear upon the wind sent him jumping from his nightly perch upon the castle walls.