You hear a constant howling and yelping grow steadily closer and closer. The thick brush prevents you from seeing anything further from you than fifteen feet, and a sense of dread fills you.
Before you can react, five hyenas burst from the grass, each with a slavering set of jaws and cruel teeth. Before you can cast a spell, you are knocked to the ground, landing painfully on your round rump. The pack circles you, and you curl up in fear as they prepare to feast.
