Roaming Rogue

Kione’s large ears were sharp and it would have taken someone near deaf not to hear the sounds being made.  It wasn’t anything very large and it wasn’t very good at hiding.  Kione imagined any predator or prey he could think up to fill the gap.  The sulfur did make picking up any scent hard so finally, curiosity dictated he go investigate.

Just as Kione neared the foliage, brows raising as a pup came face to face with him.  It was a damn large wolf, just about the same size as he was.  Some of these wolves got absurdly sized!  This one was bound to be one of the large ones in the future. “Hello, there lad,” the painted dog with an entertained expression.

Well, the boy had helped Kione in a way.  He was firmly decided this wasn’t a great spot to live.  Sure, the ears and eyes told a lot but he’d prefer to have an easier time to scent what was in the area. “You know, lots of dead plants still about after all that dark.  The dead stuff makes a lot more racket than the soft spring grass.” It was true, too much of the brush rattled about the area maybe the boy would take the tip for future use. “Lost or here for a bath?”


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