Cat’s in the Cradle
The shoggoth charged toward Sylvia, Delareux and Toli. It stopped short of trampling and roared out of a maw that expanded to the size of the cave entrance from which they had just fled. As it roared, the front part of its form curled toward the sky and the roar pitched to a howl. The howl became thin till it was inaudible, but it still trumpeted its mouth to the sky. It held this position, swaying back and forth.
“What is it doing?” Toli asked.
“Calling to its pack,” Sylvia replied, her green eyes glinting. “It wants to know it’s not alone. And when it finds out it is, it’ll go nuts.”
“I can’t hear anything.”
“It’s call is in the ultrasonic frequency range.”
“Shouldn’t we be taking this moment to put some distance between us?”
“We need to get it to chase us. Lead it to an open area.”
“How do we do that?” Delareux asked.
“Piss it off then run.”
“What?” Toli gasped.
“Bang, bang, bang,” Sylvia made finger guns toward the beast, “Believe me, you won’t injure it. You’ll only make it mad.”
Toli gave Sylvia an incredulous look, shook his head and aimed his gun.
“Wait,” Sylvia shouted and grabbed his sleeve. “Get some distance first. The creature may look like pretty monolithic, but it’s very nimble. When you get its attention, run like hell. We’ll follow.”
“Where the hell are we going to lead this thing?”
“It should be an open area with a lot of space. We want to minimize the damage to it and everything around it.”
“The high school field it is then,” Delareux declared.