On Our Own

Harbringr chuckled. "Yea, that's all we need is Lucretia on our cases. We'd be lucky to be let out of the pack borders again." Not to mention Deathbelle would likely give him a serious talking to about sticking things in his mouth that ought not to be in his mouth. All in all this island was definitely a wasted trip but at least they knew now that the color was not from plant life. He glanced and Zee and nodded somberly. "That would be my guess. It's about as far from the eruption as you can get heading west. I can't see why else someone would try to live here."

The wind began to pick up a little. It ruffled his fur and he glanced once more skyward. The breeze was coming in from the north which was unusual, bringing cooler air with it but as far as he could tell the clouds didn't foretell any concerning weather. He smiled at Zee. "Looks like the weather is still on our side, want to try for another?"