Pardon Me While I Burst

The wind howled and whipped around his boy, buffeting him with sand as he prowled over the dunes by the light of the moon. He was close, he could feel it. He had tracked the devil’s scent west but had lost in in the dunes. No matter, he persisted, determined to bring back the missing child and prove his place within the small pack.

Some part of him knew it wasn’t honor he was after, that the child he would recover was not the child he wanted to find, but like so many times before Yale simply ignored it. He lifted his head to call Ganta and mark his progress then pushed on west. He needed to believe that once he crossed the dunes he would catch the scent again either of the missing princess or of the demon who took her although he had gone a long way without water and an even longer way without rest.

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