past grandmother’s house we go

Sunder had found a curious thing. He wasn’t sure of its purpose but it smelled vaguely of wolves and sheep? Whatever the reason for it’s creation, it was a fascinating test of his path finding skills. He’d found a maze. It appeared as though a herd came through regularly and sort of used the same path. From what little exploring he’d done so far Sunder knew it branched off into short dead ends every once in a while.

The many questions (why were the sheep and the wolves together? What was the purpose of the trails? Why the dead ends? He could go on) we’re so intriguing they inspired him to do what he loved, which was run. Surely someone else would find this curious land just as intriguing!

Curious to see if anyone else was lost, Sunder howled to see what he could scare up. He then sat down to tighten the many straps that held his raggedy coyoteskin outfit on. Maybe he could tempt someone into making the maze escape a game. It was worth trying anyway and certainly better than wandering around trying to find a way out himself.