On The Road Again

He waved his tail as he approached the break, just beyond it he could see what looked like queen anne’s lace waving in a small patch of grass, not terribly useful but it was something. As he got closer however he saw the thin sheen of fuzz over the white cluster of flowers, indicative of boneset. He was so excited he completely missed the scent of cat and wolf drawing closer to him.

Who’s there?

He froze, haunches sinking to the ground, ears pinned back and tail tucked. He was not alone. “H-h-hello.” He yelped nervously in response “M-m-my name’s S-s-spider.” He stuttered, wall-eyed as the scent of a stranger approached him. He was all but ready to bolt away, terrified that whoever was approaching him was a vagabond, eager to rip out his throat. “P-p-please d-d-don’t hurt m-me.” He whimpered, claws sinking further into the dirt as he prepared to run for his life, the boneset completely forgotten.

Talk