Call of the Wild

A clearing in the tree-line approached leaving an open field between the group and a the next cluster of forest.  A rolling blanket of moss covered the expanse.  Stepping out, Auren's feet sunk a few inches in the green cloud.  He inventoried the scene before him.  Four large boulders sat as guardians of the plain.  One large enough to conceal Groth.  His eyes jogged back up to the mountain peaks where dragons still circled.  Scanning down the mountain face he saw the tree-tops ahead and movement set him on edge.
     Two winged creatures appeared to be hopping from tree to tree.  He could not identify the creatures.
     "Do you think it's another dragon?" asked Raddick.
     "Doubtful." replied Auren.
     "It's moving too erratic," interjected Fox, "and it looks humanoid."
     "Let's see if we can't draw it out into the opening."  Auren decided as he pulled out his horn.
     The group huddled into battle ready positions as the great horn called out.  Three blasts echoed out across the field.  They waited.  The creatures continued to bounce back from tree to tree. 
     Fox let out a faux goat bleat.  He wasn't the best at goat sounds but he gave it his all.  Groth chuckled as he knew it was unmistakably the sound of a goat in heat.  He had tended to many herds during the breeding season in his past life.  The creatures halted their flitting.  The group waited.  Still nothing happened.
     Fox stared across the landscape, mesmerized by it's beauty.  A soft breeze blew down the mountain carrying with it the hum of life that filled the forest around them.  For a moment he forgot what they had even come for.  The hum grew louder and vibrated through his temples.  Pas, Phae and Raddick stepped forward causing him to snap-to. 
     He shook his head and cleared his thoughts.  The hum of the mountains morphed inside his skull and was replaced with a putrid screeching noise that blasted him in stereo. 
     Groth had dropped to one knee and began cramming wads of earth and moss into his ears.  Pas, Phae and Raddick continued a slow march towards the opposite tree-line.  Auren winced in pain as he lunged on to Pas, grappling him to the ground.
     Nera pounced on Phae holding him back while Fox ran to the nearest boulder and took cover.  Nera cringed as the wailing sound resonated in her head.  She found it difficult to focus.  Pas jerked to get free while she clung on tightly.  Nera looked up to the forest and suddenly the noise stopped.  She breathed in deep and relaxed as the soft hum of the mountains filled her.  The soft hum grew to a harmonic crescendo.  She felt at peace with the land and let go of Pas. 
     He continued to march towards the forest and this time Nera followed.


It looks like the gang is stuck like a fly on poop... how will they ever manage to get out of this one?