New story: The Victims
One of them had the mark over his eye. It glowed in the darkness of the den. The mother jumped away, repulsed and horrified. The pups continued to crawl around blindly, but never strayed too far from one another. The mother whined. She wanted to growl, cry, howl, scream in grief and anger at the forces that claimed one of her pups, but she knew it would happen. It had to happen.
I’m sorry, she whispered.
New story "The Victims" in Burnt Fur.
Evil once had free reign in this world. The animals did something about it.