Whitefish River Erlkönig

Anticipation buzzed within Raventhorpe. A pack hunt with new allies was about to take place along the river. Everyone seemed excited except for Granite, who just couldn’t understand the point of it all.

He followed the rest of the pack, dragging behind like a lugubrious teenager. His body ached from growing pains and he felt uncoordinated in his developing body. Additionally, he had stayed up too late the night before… and you know what that meant.

Cranky and irritable, when Granite spied the other pack among the trees he chose to stay back and growled under his breath suspiciously. In contrast, the other kids were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Badlr even wrestled with Rusalka a bit. Granite felt out of place, and more like a wart among them.