Twisted Trio

ent, nose working to scent the severity of what lay ahead. It would flood the banks of the river his pack was named after. Depending on how bad it got the bridge might end up washing out. It would be

ike him it wouldn't do to scare the humans still u

had been abandoned. A thrum trilled through the air. Even without his otherworldly senses the wolf could tell something was wrong. Not even the birds dared come this way; the

g around he took stock of where the other wolf sounded from before answering with a cry of his own. The pack w

grass along the embankment, sinking low to avoid being seen. Headlights pierced the gloom to herald a stranger crossing the bridge. At least, he assumed it to be a stranger. What sel

ght. Second, the car was older. Rust was starting to show on the bottom and the car was boxier than the new model anythings. Third, the occupant was a lone woman. Piled high with box

re looking for him now, meaning he was probably the last one left to gather. It had been worth taking the extra few mi