And so Maurice followed the twelve-year-old into what could be a very deadly situation. He had found Dipper by calling out and it had turned okay. Maybe...they should yell and see if anyone was hurt by the tree?
Then he thought about what Dipper had told him about the woods. And the fact that the kid was out monster hunting. And the fact that he himself was also a monster. Yelling probably wasn't the best idea. Instead, he used his night vision to squint ahead as they walked. He didn't see any waving arms. He didn't see any holes either.
"Watch yer step." There were plenty of roots though and the last thing either of them needed was a broken nose.
A large shape that could easily be mistaken for a row of shrubs shifted up ahead. Wood creaked. A great, dark snout lifted into the air and sniffed two deep sniffs.
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Then he thought about what Dipper had told him about the woods. And the fact that the kid was out monster hunting. And the fact that he himself was also a monster. Yelling probably wasn't the best idea. Instead, he used his night vision to squint ahead as they walked. He didn't see any waving arms. He didn't see any holes either.
"Watch yer step." There were plenty of roots though and the last thing either of them needed was a broken nose.
A large shape that could easily be mistaken for a row of shrubs shifted up ahead. Wood creaked. A great, dark snout lifted into the air and sniffed two deep sniffs.