Hideaway Strath There's just Devils and Dust

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Artok turned, blood and gore dripped all around him. He dropped the bird and licked his lips, bowed his head. He probably looked a fright usually did when red got on his fur.

Before him sat a strange little creature. She was small, so tiny and like always a protective streak woke up deep in his chest. She needed protecting right? Female, tiny. Sure she could probably take care of herself, but she was the strangest looking wolf, he had ever seen. Her coat a patchwork of colors, longer than even his. Her eyes different shades and hues and colors.

He motioned down at the bird at his feet. Filling the caches.