Ready, set, go!

The sound of the waterfall was growing stronger, but he was a little lost in the dense undergrowth as he struggled to find it. His blood was pounding in his ears, he knew that if he got caught he would be in so much trouble. But sometimes, riks were worth taking. He couldn’t sit at home on his butt and pretend there wasn’t a whole life out the Armada door to explore.

He turned through the bushes and a sudden voice startled him. He’d been so lost in what he was doing, he hadn’t realised the moment another had appeared. How long had this wolf been watching him? Had he seen Citadel’s mad dash, and then confusion through the woods? He considered pushing on and completing his goal, but surprise had made him hesitate. He knew he’d lost any advantage he might have. Instead, he pulled to a stop, and looked at the red wolf, expression mixed between sheepish, and overly innocent puppy bashfulness. “I’m a wolf, ob-” His bear smacked him on the back of his head before he could finish the sentence. He glanced up and glared at his companion, before turning back to the stranger. He tried again. “I’m Citadel.”


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