King Elk Forest Every heart has its own skeletons

the creek was fine, but the pale snake found that he preferred the forest over the babbling little brook. the towering trees provided him with a sense of security that he did not feel when he was near to the water. it was nice to know that they had that source so close by, but he thought that the trees would make it easier in winter months and would deter more strangers from walking through their land to move onto the other side. he had started to devise ways to talk grayson into claiming the forest instead of the creek. one of his selling points was that the water ran right through the wood.

he followed the edge of the creek with a lazy pace, glancing back over his shoulder once or twice to see if he had collected any followers. he wasn't surprised to see that he was entirely alone, and he had continued on his way very much the same for a considerable amount of time. when he finally caught sight of a shape ahead of him, harrison quickened his pace and then released a bark to collect their attention. it wasn't until he was closer that he noticed the familiarity of the girl.

“effie!”