red sun in the morning, sailor's warning

Odette played happily upon her Poppa’s back, his soft wings a protective barrier against the strange foreboding sky and the danger pyres that jutted up around them. She was glad at least that the earth shakes were finished and the terrifying sounds of the night were gone. She didn’t really like this fake daylight though, and was glad to be with her dads. She wouldn’t have let them leave without her, not with the strangeness going on all around them. Odette was most comfortable right here with her parents, no matter the setting.

Poppa explained briefly that he believed this to be from the two-legs, the creatures that ruled the lands before their wolven kind. Her Daddy didn’t offer much up beyond that he knew what they were not. Odette couldn't say that she believed she knew what they were either. They were full of holes and were so tall that they couldn’t even be used for some kind of spike. "What if they’re just meant to be scary?" She asked, her voice soft and uncertain.

"Odette"