Lost Creek Hollow the library of alexandria is burning

wrong! 

terance was finishing up his evening patrol. it had been rather slow that day (and most days, truly) and he was getting ready to head back to the den to check up on the kids... kids... they were kind of old now, weren't they? what was it -- 5 months? jesus christ. he'd given himself a reality check on that earlier. it felt like he blinked and they were grown. it was strange, honestly. i mean, he hadn't gotten to see ibis and okeonos grow up... they just returned one day. and, somehow, entirely present in their lives, terance felt like he'd missed this litters aging too. they were just big.

and bitey, by god, he wondered how that much of treason had gotten into them. 

but as he was coming back, he smelled something... fishy. ha. in a few ways. his tail flicked upwards, arching over his back as the presence of danger was suddenly among them, and his ears pressed forwards. he turned tail where he was to hunt down the poor soul who'd wandered into their territory -- mistaking a mistake for something with more malice.

when he found the wolf, there was nothing to be said. in terance's eyes, this was trespass and worthy of death -- or something. so, without any warning besides the look on his face that screamed 'run', the hollow's alpha lunged with a snarl, jaws parted and ready to grab something. 

let's hope mink can talk himself out of this one -- i mean, terance is a nice guy... really.