...Of why we don't leave this way. Full title wouldn't fit in the title space.
They could see it in the distant, a giant silver creature, gleaming and flecked gold, gutting a newly abandoned mine. The road the young woman would need to cross went right past it. It was like they already could smell the predator's aggression and gold lust from here.
They both knew they needed to go back into the woods and take a different path. Wonderful.
The Alicanto is from South American mythology, similar to rocks, with some key differences, obviously.