nefarious dreams

It was Bast who heard the howl, the young Snow Leopard and Marshal had been ferrying supplies for the titan between Redwater Rocks and Tall Grass Plains. She had taken a shortcut, cutting through the stream between Algoma and Fern Gully. The tide had been lower than usual, and the water didn’t go past her knees. Just as she got to the other side she would hear the hoarse cry of the young wolf.

Marsal turned back at her insistence, and hurried to the Warlord. Sirius came at the behest of the Vulture, and by that point Bast had already entered the brier. It was nasty going to navigate the land but with Marshal in the air, finding them the safest path, it wasn’t long before they found their way.

He looked into the pit, and saw no sign of whatever made the noise. He looked to Bast with a raised brow, and the leopard gave a bark, wagging her tail with determination. Sirius sighed, looked in again. “Hello?” he called out, leaning further into the pit.