Look Da, no hands!

Kea was patrolling the borders around the Plains. Getting accustomed to the weight of his cuirass and looking for opportunities to sharpen his skill. Spud, his spunky companion, was playing in a patch of grass off to the side. Trying to keep out of the worst of the summer heat. Kea caught a hint of dampness in the air that tasted sea-salty and interesting. Perhaps a storm was brewing out over the waves?

He continued along the border another few paces, and a different scent caught his attention. It was interesting, and he thought maybe he had caught it before. But dead. One of the coats in the castle, maybe? He took another few sniffs, and noticed Spud had gotten to his paws, coming to attention. He knew from experience that Spuds sense of smell was stronger then his own, and he trusted the way the bear's fur seemed to rise that whatever the small was - it wasn’t good. He thought for a good, long moment, of tackling it alone. But he didn’t want his dad to think he was irresponsible, not when he was angling for his own sword. So he did the responsible thing, and lifted back his head and howled for his dad.


"Ciaran Carpathius"