Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

Pleased with himself for making the offer, the boy beamed at his friend, and his tail set to wagging behind him. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he would be happy watching Malalia roll in a cow paddy. Swapping ghost stories was a much better use of their time.

On the way back to the pack, the winged boy stopped in the stream closest to Armada borders. After washing free the mud as quickly as possible, he emerged from the water, once again fully soaking wet, and very cold. They made their way to the communal fire pit, and would find smoldering embers of where the fire was going down for the night. Or was it going down for the morning? He wasn’t even sure what the time was any more.

He threw some more wood down, and turned the smolders into flames. He huddled close to the fire, wet, and cold, and sneezing. Well he fought to recover control of his nose he said. “You go first”