Felltree Marsh Aholehole

The girl declined, saying that she had better not.

Swordfish soured internally. He’d spoiled the fun with all that teasing at the start, or so he rationalized it. The young wolf hadn’t intended to take anything from her. The darkness that surrounded them had made him nervous. She offered a simple gesture to show him the way and then wished him safe travels. The red-tailed boy blinked slowly at her before he sighed in defeat and nodded his snout.

Aye, he offered, turning toward his northern home, be seein’ ya, miss Masque.

Swordfish dipped his snout gently to her and then set his course for home.