Journey glanced around wildly at the creatures as they flooded the store, her fur on end. Was this some kind of punishment the king had devised for rebelling against him? Journey could easily see that as an option of what the heck was going on, but didn't he usually exile people first, no questions asked?
Shaking her head as if to rid the conflicting thoughts from her brain, she busied herself with watching Sierra, who closely resembled someone floating through fathoms of cold, black water as a creature - whatever they were - examined her through the bars of their prison-like enclosure.