Nighthowler 2, Ep. 6
_Something_ is there in the jungle and it's getting _closer._Nighthowler's fur prickles, her heart pounds, and her throat becomes tight. Instinct tries to pull her back but curiosity keeps her firmly rooted to the spot. This is no time to get get...
Nighthowler 2, Ep. 14
Brushing aside grass and reeds, Nighthowler examines the canister. Old enough to have started to rust thanks to water and tropical heat, a layer of dirt and algae covering its corroded surface. There's nothing inside, save for a strange chemical tang...
Nighthowler 2, Ep. 5
At first, it could have been the wind or rain; tall ferns quietly rustling against mossy rocks and tree trunks, slowly swaying and shifting aside. The more Nighthowler focused, the more she could _hear._Damp leaves crinkling on moist soil, as if...
Nighthowler 2, Ep. 4
"_Seriously?_" Nighthowler scowls at her map, barely able to make heads or tails of it. Rainwater had streaked the crude hand-drawn markings, blending lines and letters into illegible smudges. She was starting to think the weasel that sold it to...
Nighthowler 2, Ep. 3
Nighthowler quietly slips away from the streets of the Rainforest District. She finds disused maintenance staircase, green paint peeling off the handrail to reveal rusted metal beneath. Every step makes the wet steel creak beneath her feet. But it's...