" The thing was gone in an instant, crashing through the underbrush, but it wasn’t alone.

Others just like it, though not as large, bounded off through the trees.

Standing there, marveling at the speed and grace of the beasts, Andrew had felt a blinding urge to run off with them. "

― John Michael Greer , Lovecraftiana: The Magazine of Eldritch Horror (Omnibus Book 3)