The Sands Secrets

Misery had taken some time testing the ground on this dangerous terrain.  He had come out here months back and watched in awe as a hawk had swept down planning to get an easy meal from a small lizard but the ground hadn’t let the bird fly away.  The pressure of its landing had the bird stuck and Misery well remembered how the bird cried in terror and after a short term the bird was gone and silence had returned.

Misery had used rocks, injured or scared prey chased out there, learning the secrets of the dangerous sands.  It was easy enough for a wolf to just choose never to traverse such a landscape but even better to know the land and use it to his advantage against those who didn’t understand how it worked.  Misery had carefully created paths for himself, painfully memorized them in his mind and now it was time someone else learned a lesson.

Misery was standing on the last patch of grass before the dangerous sands.  He howled, calling for Mac to join him.  Time to see what the boy thought of this place.  Hopefully, he didn’t do something dumb that would get him swallowed up like that bird and some other things Misery had seen disappear with time.


"Misery"