One last day of fun

The young wolf hadn’t expected to catch the familiar scent of Ashen out here. Not that he was far from her pack of his. His exploring came to a halt, and he decided to follow her trail. He knew Pestilence, though mostly in passing. She was a daughter of Deathbelle, and that made her family in a way.

He tracked her up the top of the hill, and found her holding funny shaped bits of bark. He wrinkled his nose in confused thought. “What are you doing?” he asked, his Kea-companion hoping up past his ears to peer down in curiosity. His snow-leopard was a few paces behind him, scenting the tree the Princess had stripped. As through the answer to their question might lie there.

Mortis trotted closer to pesto, and her bark-and-hide creation, offering her a friendly smile, through his eyes kept drifting to her work.

WC: 150
Total: 454