Cricket Creek Bog pomegranate

the world would change once more in a matter of weeks.

apollyon planned to be here for such extraordinary shifts.

it was a day of cold sun when he began his travels. the tuktu had provided good hunting and much seclusion, but wild oats did not sow themselves.

from time to time, apollyon paused to scent the air. he knew it was too early for female wolves to be seeking their mates, but it was the perfect time for him to transform into a specimen worthy of their attentions.

apollyon jogged across the bog, humming gently to himself.