The Heartwood Skittle Bomb

After his unwinding trip to Arrow Lake, Jormag’s restless wanderlust drove him onwards. The world was like his playground; there was so much to do and places to see. He had an insatiable amount of curiosity now that he could freely ride on the waves of his freedom after being liberated from the perfectionism chains of his former home. The wood-like setting was a welcome break from the daring mountains that pulled in both his curiosity as well as his stupidity.

Today the wayward wanderer had taken interest in Heartwood. It was the promise of quietness and solitude that drove him onwards; but even as naïve as that thought might be, it was obvious that nothing ever appeared as it seemed. Early birds had risen early and began to chirp happily. The Heartwood was covered with a mixture of greenery and the lack of many paths explained to him that there was hardly any wolf life within these regions. How strange considering it would also serve as a feasible home for a pack.

That thought scattered quickly when a sudden pungent scent reached his nostrils. In front of him lay the traces of a bear residence. The strong scent still lingered yet Jormag was unsure if the resident was home. Suddenly the game ‘knock, knock ..who’s there?’ did not seem so funny. He was certain that turning around was the best option – yet he didn’t.