Go the Distance

If there was one thing Wylan could be counted on, it was excitement to be moving. He grinned, straightening up a little as he backed out of the hut and shook off any last remnants of the fish smell. “Spring’s it is!” He agreed, “I didn’t realise jellyfish could be dangerous” he added as he led the way back up the beach. Taking the path their paws had left in the sand.

“Lets uhh… go around the market” he suggested, the guard that had yelled at him recently might have more to say if they walked back that way. With that in mind, he led Seneca up through the training den, passed the tools of war, and back into the territory of the Col. “The storage rooms are on the left of the cave, springs on the right” he explained, the scent of heated water already reaching them.


"Wylan Fatalis"