The Sentinels Santianna

Slipped away from the sea and further inland, the wolf trotted quickly to the east.

The forest appeared to have suffered some natural disaster, but life had grown back a great deal. It would not take long before it would stand impressively. At least, the pirate estimated it wouldn’t be long. He wasn’t in the business of measuring foliage growth and had no intention to change his career path. There was only one reason Foxtail found himself in the Teekon Wilds and that was to look for Alizarin.

Humming to himself, the ginger-tailed wolf paused to relieve himself on the mossy stump of a tree. He searched the foliage for signs of others, signs of the wolf. If Alizarin was there, wouldn’t he have stayed close to the water?

Kicking up dirt behind him, the pirate’s tune increased in volume.