Firefly Man Take Me Now

The tremors that shook the ground during the night did not settle well in his gut. A sense of dread spreads through him as the land around their territory begins to blanket in an eerie red glow. His nightly round of patrolling was instead spent curled around his not-wife and pups, a deep growl hovering in his throat.

Whatever was out there would not be coming for his family. It could take him. He would be ready for it. Ever since… No, he won’t think of that horrid creature. Gilgamesh needed to ensure his family, his pack, his livelihood was still safe.

As soon as dawn began to crackle over the horizon, he emerged from the treehouse not as the Raid King, Gilgamesh, but as Gil. That young wolf with hungry eyes and a prideful soul. One that was still a Sin beneath the Pirate King Sparrow. Fear trembles in his legs as he hurries down the steps and out into the plains. For as much as he wants to hide, cower in the shadows from this, he knows he cannot.

Heading closer to the emanating light, his paws don’t come to a stop until the large, towering spikes rear into the red sky. His eyes widen, heart racing and slamming into his chest. Breath taken away until his throat closes and every muscle in his body is tight. Where had these come from? They were not here the other day…