Larksong Grotto Sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.

This is short sorry!!

The sound of something crunching against the earth heralded the arrival of a shape, dark at first, then fulvous; at first he thought it was a wolf bathed in blood for the vibrance of that maroon coat, but as they came careening by him Larus pulled away from his path and narrowly escaped being caught by their churning limbs. He felt a sudden panic, seeing the ruinous smoke and the hellish glow of the distant mountain as if for the first time, and picked up his own feet, beginning to run beside the stranger.