Barrow Fields Arsonist's Lullabye

Many weeks had passed since his short time in the desert. There was little to show for it. Briar was uncertain if it was all in his head but he never quite chased the ache away from his paws. The sun kept a malevolent nature about it even far beyond the endless sea of sand. Even if it's wicked touch was less potent, he remained wary of daytime travel. Although now the sun spent less time in the sky with the change of seasons.

He now found himself much farther north. The occasional hint of salt drifted with the wind as he stalked across the fields. Eyes scouring the odd terrain of this landscape. The raised mounds of earth were a curiosity. He had half a mind to dig into one, yet the other half urged him not to. Fragments of puphood ghost tales seeming to worm themselves into the forefront of his thoughts. It was better to cross the fields and be done with this place.

Large ears twitched and swiveled at a rhythmic beat. Briar paused, recognizing footfall. Multicolored eyes narrowing, he moved to the nearest mound and climbed up. Standing sentinel, his new vantage point sourced the sound. A black cloaked wolf with a spooked demeanor. He felt perhaps just the teeniest bit sorry for her.

Something chasing you?