Whistles came up from the vast army. The scouts had found her again, scampering across the human lands. The general roared a command.

The hunt would begin in earnest now. The general spoke in slow syllables to the huge creatures in the army. The humans called some trolls, others giants. They did not need names for what they did.

Another scout whistled, a low sound compared to the first. The general growled lowly. Humans were blocking their way to catch their prey.