Dust Devils

He was looking over his shoulder constantly as he ran, watching the swirling wind that chased him. It seemed to him to be almost conscious, malevolent. It was chasing him, for sure! He wanted to yell at it to leave him alone, but he needed to save his breath. Looking back as much as he was, he didn't realise there was another wolf heading towards him. Not immediately. The voice that called out to him was mostly snatched away by the sudden change in weather. As if the dust devil had summoned a storm with it, he felt water start to pelt his coat. But the words were enough to catch his attention and he looked forward - and saw the stranger. He saw a snatch of dusty, stormy colours and green eyes as the other wolf galloped towards him. "Wrong way!" Kea yelled out, wondering why the wolf was running towards him. The pup was far more scared of the dust devil than a bit of rain.


He didn't realise how dangerous a storm would be on the sandbar, with nothing to break up the strength of the storm between him and the sea. Spud however - as always - grasped the situation more clearly than the pup. The problem was, his heavy form was difficult to drag across the loose sand. He couldn't catch up to his wolf and pull him down. He made a few disgruntled grunts as he renewed his efforts, huffing and puffing after his wolf. The rain increased even as they ran. Turning into a wall of water that drenched then, and a howl sounded in the air. The wind, growing and growling around them.


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