One amongst many

Kea playfully encouraged the drunk wolf’s fencing, their weapons clanging a few times, before almost inevitably the smaller wolf stumbled. Half landing into his shoulder. He reached out a paw and managed to catch and stabilise Spider without dropping their dagger. He rested it on the floor lightly so it didn’t get damaged, and helped ease Spider to the ground. They were very, very drunk. He’d never gotten that drunk before, but he knew a wolf would get a mean headache from it.

He looked at the little wolf a little awkwardly, not sure what to do now. He realised that one set of their pinkish eyes never moved, as if painted across their features. He reached out a paw to touch one and then realised that was probably inappropriate. “Is there… uhh… somewhere I can take you?”


"Ciaran Carpathius"