第一章：你妈妈说不要离开藏身处(15)

The Wodensfang was right. 
The campfire was moving, slowly, slowly, down the length of the valley. Sometimes it was extinguished entirely by the heavy, shifting fog, or snuffed out by the denseness of the thickets of trees. 
But then it would flicker into life again, slow-ly and steadily, just a lit-tle bit further down. 
A campfire that moved? 
Surely that was impossible! 
The human voice had stopped shouting now. Somehow that was even more petrifying. Had its owner been snuffed out and swallowed by whatever terrors might lurk in this still, scarred landscape?