West Coast Boys on East Coast Isles

Kea nodded his head slowly. It had been before his time, but he’d heard a little about it. Especially during Samhain, wolves around him had gotten a little chatty about the past. He didn’t know much, but he knew it had been bad. He hadn’t realised it had knocked out whole packs. He wondered what other long reaching damage had been done by it?

“I’m sorry about your friend, Dad” He said as the sandy shore started to become clearer. He was excited to explore the island, but the news of what this place meant to his father did subdue him a little.

He hopped out of the boat and looked about himself with wide eyes. The building looked tall, and strange. “What was this place before Fenmyre?” He asked, or had it always belonged to that pack?


"Ciaran Carpathius"