Something that clearly was a grouse at some point, bursts forth. It now bears additional spindly limbs, many more eyes, and a pair of slavering mandibles flanking it's beak. It twists to and fro, surveying the clearing, before letting out a gurgling screech and skittering forward clumsily.
Vincent yelps at the sight of it, grabbing at the girls, whatever their form, and trying to get them running. "To the den!!"
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