Broken Antler Fen I thought of you when I heard that song

The lake had stretched out across a great deal of land. Pyramus had spent the better part of the day venturing along its shores and plucking up fish where they swam too close to the edge. He’d feasted until he felt fat before he realized that he had lost his sense of direction.

Thisbe had been left behind in the forest. The dark she-wolf was waiting for him to return with prey before they would both press on in search of something else.

When Pyramus scented the markings of a pack, he approached the borders and sniffed cautiously. The wetland was a curious place for wolves to have settled. He wondered if there would be many there who were like him – halflings.