Go the Distance

Wylan grinned, and waited while Seneca gave Bas one last thanks, before he was leading the way through the woods. He knew these trees like the back of his hand, and it wasn’t long before he arrived at the treehouse. He scrambled up the ramp, and in through the open door. “Ollie! You home?” He called out as he came through the entrance. The fresh scent of his brother told him that yes, he was.

He went further into the house and knocked on his brother's door with the back of his paw. “Ollie! There's someone I want you to meet!” He called out, sitting down in front of the door. His tail scraped against the wood behind him as it squished quickly back and forth.


"Wylan Fatalis"