The hunters had warned her to be careful about the moths. None of them were out looking to attack them, and Neopolitan was confused by that. These things were clearly monsters, though at the least they weren't causing obvious harm, so there she was, staring at the strange creatures, wondering what to make of them.

Of course, there was a danger in this. One of them was dangerously close, unknown to her, and she could feel it. It was like a cold, icy finger clawing its way inside of her. She swallowed and her fingers flexed. Why did she feel so ... like everything was futile? Her eyes knitted and she frowned.

Maybe someone should get her to ... not stand here?