Fading World

Something was amiss. The air was heavier, thicker than usual, the birds weren?t singing, the sky was grey and dull. He picked up his head, having dropped it to the lake?s surface for a drink. Even the lake was glassy and undisturbed. Worry strickened his chest as he pivoted away from the water, moving toward his den ? something was wrong. He could feel it. As he took his first long stride Silent?s call would ring out, beckoning him. It was time. Immediately he would hasten to the call, unwilling to miss this event. Loccian?s scent was strong as he entered the barn, frantically looking this way and that for their bodies. Silent?s physique caught his eye and he neared them, slowing his pace and attempting to calm himself. ?Loccian,? he would say, his attention focused primarily on her. ?Has it happened?? He would look to Silent, unsure how late he was.


No table, sorreh. Mobile post ftw.