"A tugawhump," Evie said, her eyes wide in astonishment. "I have heard stories about them but never seen one with my own eyes."
"None of us has," Bridie said her voice close to a whisper. "They are so rare and elusive as to belong to mythology. They keep to themselves in the mountains living like hermits. Occasionally you might see a footprint but never have I seen a tugawhump in the flesh."
"Did you see how that wolf just fell like a stone when it roared at it? What magic is that?" asked Lennox.
" Legend speaks of this beast having breath which smells like a combination of rotting fish, manure and little boy puppy's farts," Bridie answered him a little incredulously. "I never would have believed it and thought it just a way to scare us as pups."
"Wow no wonder that wolf dropped," Lennox said with a grimace. "I think I would have too."
"Eeuw! Little boy puppy farts would have been enough." Evie said with a grimace to match Lennox's.
"What brought it here now then?" Yankee asked.
Just as Bridie was about to answer she saw a grey figure standing back along one of the snow trails.
"Maisey!" She said wonderingly. "Maisey come forward, come speak to me." Mad Maisey Mayhem shuffled forward, her eye twitching, to stand in front of Bridie.
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