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Kea nodded, taking Art’s words as truth. He knew Chimera and what this wolf would or wouldn’t do. He continued his assessment of their surroundings, moving when Art did as they made their way around the outer perimeter. “Sure” He agreed easily as his dad took the lead. He was happy to circle around, and get a better appreciation for the buildings before entering any of them.

When his father glanced into a shed, Kea did a double take. His fathers posture changed, and words that were unusual for his dad escaped him. Curious, he took a step back, and glanced into the shed as well. Inside was the most horrific thing he had seen yet in his young life.

Horror seeped into Keas bones as he took in the sight before him. Awful pieces clicking into place as he stood there. He assessed what he knew so far - this pack had fallen, because its Alpha had contracted an awful disease. Art hadn’t heard from his friend or any wolves from his pack since then. Now, in front of them, were decomposing bodies. No, oh no. "Dad, I'm so sorry…" he whispered, settling on the conclusion before him. That these bodies where Chimera and his pack.


"Ciaran Carpathius"