the rot at the roots is the root of the problem

Korona's paws thudded against the forest floor as she stomped toward the trees, her mind buzzing with restless energy. It was boring by herself! She wanted some action! A rustle.

She paused, her ears twitching as she caught a faint sound. A grin spread across her face, sharp and eager. “Perfect,” She whispered, crouching low and creeping forward with a predator’s grace. “I’m gonna get ya!” She called out, her voice a playful growl as she sprang from her hiding spot.

But instead of the sibling she thought she would find, she stumbled upon a small, prickly bush. “Ow!” She yelped, shaking off the surprise and the slight sting. Where were they, then?

THE KRAKEN