Felltree Marsh Aholehole

There was a yip that drew the young seafarer’s ears to a point. His red tail waved hesitantly. The voice was unfamiliar, but he didn’t think that he expected to hear someone he knew. The blue of his eyes searched for the noise-maker until he caught a curious glint of red, illuminated by the moon or stars or some other heavenly light. A wolf with a mask.

Swordfish blinked at her. The young wolf’s hooded eyes were trapped to the red of her face. If the earth were still painted with autumn colors, she might have gone completely unnoticed. The boy wondered if she lived nearby. He wondered if she was real at all, for a moment. The light from the sky was just enough to illuminate that – the crimson mask. At once, he wanted to tell Stingray.

Hey dere! Swordfish paused, surprised that he had slipped toward the way he had heard Suzu and her family speak. Ya know if I’m headed fer the coast? Got myself turned ‘round. A sheepish smirk found his narrow muzzle. He wondered if this masked stranger might help him set his course back home.