The Druid felt an indescribable urge to curse, but found her vocabulary lacking. She watched as her words were lost on the creature, and she blamed the naivety of her limited experience. It asked for her to talk her companions down, but she would not let them sacrifice their stance for a creature that still would not cooperate.

She shook her head, tiring of fruitless chatter, and gripped the shaft of her spear. If the creature would not offer information with the offer of food, then it would spit out all that it knew with the threat of death looming over. She took a step, and halted. Music - no, Serah couldn't call it that. A cacophony of noise assaulted her eardrums and she turned a pointed glare at Linoleum, intent on asking why his tune had changed, but quickly found that it had not come from him or his gong.

It was from the Wilderdeep.

The creature dove for the shrubbery, and Serah had felt the unadulterated terror in the creature. Whatever was the cause of the onslaught that made her want to empty her stomach onto the crimson floor, it was enough to strike the fear her party of misfits had failed to. There was only a moment of hesitation in her before she placed the spear onto her back and grabbed the hands of the two closest to her - Linoleum and Zogolli - and pulled them towards where the creature had gone. "Come," she called out to them and the rest of their companions. She ran after the creature, not quite sure if her companions were right behind her.