“I heard about the cats,” Elias said slowly.

Jaycn nodded. “Big ones. Take a horse right out from under you and drag it over the wall with you still in the stirrups. Ever heard a horse scream?”

Elias shuddered. “No.”

“You will. In a full attack, I’ve seen vines come whipping out of the mist, drag a man off or pierce him through. Branches too. Those deaths are immediate. Trees don’t need fresh meat.”