monster, monster, under my bed

Evening lengthened painfully slowly into night, and as the last of the sun's rays began to disappear behind the sea, the stars blurred into curved streaks across the darkening sky. On the western horizon, the water was lit with riotous orange and crimson, fading into the blue-purple of a fresh bruise. There was a brief period where he'd allowed himself some respite from his duties with the princess, and the waif was quietly tucking into a freshly caught carp that had been pulled from the brackish waters of a tributary merging with the sea to the northwest of the plains. Fireflies winked to life as the sun set, appearing in droves as the impossibly long evening pressed ever onward. The slave had carefully tucked himself against the cool stone of the obelisk that listed the pack's rules, so that no one could sneak up behind him.

The carp he was eating had been oddly hued, it was the first thing he'd noticed when he pulled it from the water. However, he couldn't bring himself to care. Too hungry, too tired. While he wondered what it meant, he struggled to find the energy to truly investigate everything that was happening around him lately. Adjusting the tuck of his dark banner against his hip, some of the chilly breeze coming in off the sea to the west was minimized as the plush fur encircled one of his exposed paw pads.

"Speech!"

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