Gathering Goblins

The loud, echoing howl of her auntie Medusa was heard as young Shriek was watching the clouds over the gorge. It was strange how they moved, big and fluffy white blobs that creeped through the open blue so high up that it was impossible to touch them. But how high up were they? The girl had sat on her hind paws and reached up as if to touch one but she couldn’t. Darn! A frown on her muzzle she decided to abandon her task of catching a cloud to see what was going on. Three of her siblings were already there, plus another boy with a bright red coat. Fascination lit up her gaze as she moved toward that one - he was different from her brothers after all! “Is your coat made of blood? It looks really neat!” As usual her voice, practically a high pitched shout, left her maw in an eager rush of words. Her bi-colored eyes were shining with curiosity, the fact that her aunt had called them here forgotten in the excitement of meeting someone new.