#Chapter218 The Fog

Meadow watches with silent anticipation as a clearing in the shape of a half dome is thrust back like a 'poof' of someone blowing at it. It's gentler than I expected given the force I threw but I guess that's the nature and power of the fog. There's instant clarity as I clear around them completely, and they stand in perfect focus breathing in newly fresh air as I hold my breath and wait. With the immediate ten feet lifted and clear in the morning light we can see just how many of the sub pack are standing close by and staring murderously our way. How many...