Scorpions and Cyclones

The man huffed in appreciation. He sat on his haunches, eyes closed and tail thumping quietly. He'd been running for a while to get here, constantly preparing for winter. A large bundle of herbs lay in between his big paws, waiting to be carried north. His store was nearly full.

Quietly, the healer stood up, stretching his limbs before the journey home. His thick ebony fur listened in the sunlight. It was nice, but soon he'd be back in the north. Gently picnicking up his bundle of herbs, Sage started to make his way across the moor, sticking to the driest route possible. He had not been moving for long when his eyes picked out the form of a wolf in his path. He slowed to a trot, stopping about a metre from the male. He considered just moving along, not wanting disturb him. Quietly, he began to move again, slower this time until he moved a safe distance away.


"Burn Baby Burn"