By the water

The cure was being passed around the pack, and the last of the quarantines were lifting. The tainted meat had been burned, and new procedures had been set up to avoid any meat from the Mile High woods from entering their stock. They had survived the Blight from the efforts of those not infected hunting elsewhere. Like Charlton, who had been catching what he could along the beach.

It was time to bring his cousin home properly. The earth beneath his paws shifted from hard packed earth to sand as he made his way along the beach. He found the smaller wolf taking a step back from the nets, a look of frustration on his maw. “Charlie!” he called out.


"Basilisk"