Tellas slowly rotated in place. Whatever it was, it had started moving again, although it was much quieter, like it was trying to be careful. But it was enough to give him a direction, now that he was listening for it. He put a hand to his lips to signal the others to be quiet, then started drifting towards the source of the noise. There, maybe four feet ahead of him, to his right. He paused as the sound stilled for a moment and he momentarily lost it.
Then he smelled it. It was fairly faint, but once he noticed it it was unmistakable. Without warning, he drove the end of his staff into the spot where it was hiding. He was rewarded with a high pitched squeal as he connected with something solid. Before he could hit it again, it jumped and got hold of the staff, then scrabbled up it, making straight for his throat. Fortunately, he was able to grab it and tear it off, but not before it bit his hand, hard. He flung it as hard as he could away from him, but didn't manage to throw it *into* anything, and he heard it scramble madly away from the group.
He swore as he cradled his bleeding hand. "I should have known it would be that little monstrosity. We've got a warlock spying on us, and it won't be for any good purpose."