One way trip

The patchwork colored pup talks about his mother and the tusked lady’s interest seems peeked. Flashing a wide grin, the boy confidently answers her question, “Yep! I’ll be raiding with my mom soon. Say, you seem like you can fight. If you ever want to test your metal, you should come visit my home. We’re to the south on the obsidian sanded beach. Its pack land but the beach is open to anyone who wants to visit.” Talk turns to the canopy above them as he muses about the rain and the woman’s voice his head tilting back down so he can cast his eyes on the ground. There really isn’t much here, some moss and little to no vegetation.

However, there is tons of leaf litter that seems to deaden the sounds of the forest and their pawsteps, giving the forest an almost spooky atmosphere. The tusked wolf’s words have Jack looking up at her with a smirk, amusement flashing brightly in his pale blue eyes as he suddenly leans toward her. The pup pitches his voice down while speaking in a loud whisper, “You know… I bet this place would be perfect to tell ghosts stories at night.” Gaze turns to the huge, thick barked trees, imagining a roaring fire where wolves could huddle around and whisper scary stories in the late night hours.

After several moments of silence, he offers, “My name’s Calico Jack, by the way.” She might not have wanted to know his name but he sure wants to know hers… he cannot help but think that she is cool.


"Calico Jack"