Jo's blood ran cold as she heard the growls. There was no mistaking that particular type of growl.
Her first instinct was to run, but that might just draw their attention.
"You bastard," she said loudly.
She backed into the maze, vaguely realizing this was part of the corn maze from the Oktoberfest fair.
This... didn't quite feel like her dream. Though it was possible it was just Saerian screwing around, but something wasn't right on an epic scale here.