Like a bad dream

His father led him down to the beach to the training rings of the Armada pack. It wasn’t the first time he had been here, but he hadn’t been to the ocean territory as often as the grasses. He looked about himself, eyes glancing towards the ocean. Finding his mind wandering as he wondered just how big the ocean was… but he couldn’t afford the distraction. He whipped his head back to his dad as the older wolf asked him a question. “Yes, sir!” he said, letting his paws fall into the pose his father had shown him.

Letting his paws space out, digging into the dirt, as he faced his father. He already knew from experience that the Armada Champion hit like a freight train. He let out a soft breath, expecting the lesson to begin, when Azure paused. He watched his father straighten, and tilted his head in confusion. Had he done something wrong…? He began to wonder, when he heard it too. A strange hissing-spitting sound. Everything about it sounded… off, though he couldn’t say what exactly. It sounded like anger and pain, and he followed his fathers gaze. Turning to see the creature that stood there. Fungus growing across its body, ooze running from its eyes. The disease! But he thought the disease was gone now?

W/c: 222

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