Castor was always a little out in his own head. He’d totally missed what happened in the pass few days because he.. Wasn’t here. He’d been exploring the area, slowly, methodically, poking his nose into each and every hole and crack till he felt something akin to familiarity. This could be a home, sure. He just needed to make it feel like.. Home.
He was coming back now, tail wagging, into the falls. It seemed.. Oddly different, and at first he could place it until he noticed. The dirt Tasha called Cree, was different. The spot beside it was turned over, freshly mounded. Something was.. Buried there.
How weird, honestly. Maybe Cree was what called their cache. Tentatively, he stepped forward, head tilted. No.. There was the scent of many wolves here, recent, and.. He felt wrong about digging whatever was under there up. Castor was having the creeps, actually, his spine starting to shiver as the kid unconsciously took a step back.
Something bad happened, he was pretty sure.
Jul 08, 2017 05:14 PM
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