Al doesn't bother nodding. He just drops as quietly as he possibly can, flattening himself in the direction of the noise.
There's something white-furred, or possibly white-wooled ruffling and snuffling its way across the mountainside. From the look of things, it's around the size of a yao guai. Yao guai don't have big curling horns, though. This does, along with a long and pointed head that might've owed an ancestor or two to the order Ungulata- back before Mother Nature and Asshole Uncles Ionizing Radiation and Industrial Chemistry pushed them into mutating themselves a fine pair of saber-like teeth. What element of ancestral genetics cursed the thing with an opossum-like hairless tail as long as a man's arm is probably best not considered.
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There's something white-furred, or possibly white-wooled ruffling and snuffling its way across the mountainside. From the look of things, it's around the size of a yao guai. Yao guai don't have big curling horns, though. This does, along with a long and pointed head that might've owed an ancestor or two to the order Ungulata- back before Mother Nature and Asshole Uncles Ionizing Radiation and Industrial Chemistry pushed them into mutating themselves a fine pair of saber-like teeth. What element of ancestral genetics cursed the thing with an opossum-like hairless tail as long as a man's arm is probably best not considered.