mattresses trump food emergencies

Azure led him to the main chamber, and pointed at a strange square obstacle on the floor. It was larger than the coats they used. Larger indeed then the Warlord had expected. He considered it for a moment, and then made a grunting noise. Well, only one way forward.

He stepped towards the mattress, tucking the rope underneath, looping it around and then securing it. He then indicated the bear forward, and hooked the rope through her wagon harness, before looping the rope into another makeshift harness. “Azure.” he said, holding it out to the wolf, and then helping him slip into it. He then did one last loop, and placed it over his own shoulders, leading the train “And, pull” he ordered.


"Sirius Fatalis"