Fairspell Meadow Showered by the empty hopes

Casmir was ranging farther these days, half-grown bantling that he was. his hunting skills were becoming honed, as was his body; he was hard-muscled, with hardly a spare inch upon his gangly frame. he was most interested in the destruction that the tornado had wrought; the boy padded somewhat aimlessly, but he was bringing home 'the bacon,' a couple of fieldmice who'd had their heads cruelly squashed.

he decided to explore the ruined meadow a bit before heading home; the boy began to frisk about, losing one of his mice in the process, and flinging the other high with an exuberant hoot. his excitement was shortlived, however, as he caught sight of two wolves in the distance, one pale and half-hidden by shrubberies, and the other a large creature with a weird tail.

Casmir shifted closer but kept a wary distance, wanting only to be in earshot of the two.