Ch4 the dream vacation

It’s been seven months since our yearling ceremony.

I’m all healed up and hitting training hard. I’ve been working endlessly on my lighting proficiency while I was holed up inside.

Though I say that, mother says I’ve still yet to form true lightning like the kind that lights up the pine tops.

I still can’t hurt Akane with it, which doesn’t really bother me at this point.

I’ve found that by channeling it through my trident to focus the beam I can at least knock her back. The first time I did this she was unprepared. She ended up going thru the dining room wall and into the kitchen.

I also tried to get a handle on the color aspect of it but after two weeks of failure mother told me to give up and try again when I'm older. She said something like telling an adolescent pup to control their emotions was like telling a fish not to swim.

As for my black fog abilities they’ve really only become easier to use, not really stronger in any sense. I can accurately move about in the fog, and can be a little more detailed with the minor shape shifting.

I still can’t move someone else, alter my height, or store things in it like Freki could. Charging the fog with lightning or separating it from me is still rather difficult.

Unfortunately, it hasn’t caused any cool changes to my fur past maybe getting darker. If anything my tail seems fluffier as the frizzy spikes hold in a small dark cloud that leaves a trail if my tail wags, Akane is thrilled.

Walther’s fur coat still makes me jealous, the silver fur forms needles in his tail and ears. It looks awesome with his now snow white fur.

Akane herself has greatly improved her fire control. I haven’t heard why it’s often black but mother still looks annoyed with it as long as Akane isn’t looking. She's still being very encouraging.

Akane’s fur has started to turn a deeper blood red with traces of black on the very tips of her ears and tail.

Although I'm all better mother says I shouldn’t bother going hunting any more. Apparently the other elders think I attract dark beings, sirins really have no business this far south west.

Not that it matters, Walther brings back enough himself every other week to last the den for a month.

Tonight we’re in the family bath, as with any other day Akane is relaxing while tending to the egg, mother says it could hatch any day now. I glance at the egg, it’s a sparkling pink color now.

I notice something else as I'm looking, Akane has breasts….I guess I had just got used to ignoring her chest but there they are, not big like Lupa’s or mothers but somehow they seem to perfectly match her tall, fit figure and I could probably fit both hands around one.

Akane spots me, “What the hell brother.”

“When’d you get them little melons?” I'm honestly curious. Lupa rolls her eyes a little.

“They started growing about a few weeks ago, I must have hit a growth spurt.”

She looks fairly pleased with herself as she puts her hands on her hips, but when she does a bit of white seeps out of her towel and into the water.

“Uh, sis?” I point. She lets loose a small yelp, getting mother’s attention.

Mother spreads her tails and her eyes shine as she goes over to examine Akane. She gazes for a minute in focus, the white tips of her tails glowing a little. She then stops and bursts into a laugh, so much so she cries a little.

Akane is flustered and pouting, “well?”

“Darling you have been blessed by the goddess Lauma. She watches over orphans, such as the egg you have in your care. It’s a simple blessing really, but one all girls could be jealous of, perfect breasts to give perfect milk.”

At this point Lupa also laughs, “Dear future sister in law, I'm afraid you’ve been cursed to never have breasts bigger than mine.”

“Like I’d want that, ya damn cow!” she's completely red and in a huff.

I won’t comment here, I do pass her my tail which she quickly grabs and hugs. Honestly they look great to me and I’ll admit I'm a little curious about the milk, but that’s a line I won’t cross with my sister.

Mother gets out the bath, and through the laughing she manages to say “if you’re starting to lactate then the egg should hatch tomorrow or the day after.” She uses magic to form a robe and leaves.

When I get to my room with Lupa she shoves me onto the bed and straddles me, “Now you wouldn’t prefer your sisters to mine right?” as she says that she shoves my head between her glorious, sacred, wonderfully large breasts the size of my head.

“Of course not dear.” I lick, she squeals in glee, we play around a little before falling asleep.

Lupa seems to have taken everything Freki showed me and mastered it, every week she seems more bold.

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Morning brings nothing good however. Mother uses her magic to quickly open my door, and tosses some clothes at me.

“Hurry, get dressed and meet me in the parlor, your grandmother Hyndla is here. Lupa dear, best be scarce today, she's a bit of a bitch to anyone not of the white wolves.” She hurried off to Walt’s room.

The coat wasn’t bad at all, just not my usual style. It’s a thicker black coat, with a lot of white fur trimming. I’ll bet mother is trying to make sure there’s some white in my image.

Meh, can’t hurt. I kiss Lupa and head downstairs.

In the parlor I find mother, Akane, and a stern looking white tail woman I'm assuming is grandma Hyndla.

Her hair and tail are a stunning white with only a sliver of grey in the tail, the hair is short and messy in front but so long in back it seems to flow into her tail. She is wearing a dress similar to one I’ve seen the twins wear. The white fur line across the chest holding the gown up, though she has a white fur shawl covering her chest and shoulders.

Leaning in the corner is a solid glass rod, its ice white with a large prism at the top in the shape of a crescent moon; I bet Lupa would love that.

A direct and clear voice, “Boy, if you’re done staring at the shiny object get over here.”

Honestly I have no clue how old she might be, if she tells me she's only 30 I would probably believe it.

She raises an eyebrow, “Boy, if you’re trying to guess how old I am give up, and for the record, your mother is actually older than me.”

I hear the sound of mother's tongue clicking.

She's being civil at least; I still can’t tell what she thinks of us. Where’s Walt, she might lighten up if we add more white fur to the room. “Ah, right on cue.”

Walther nods at me and seems to stand tall as he enters the room, twins in tow, properly dressed matching grandma, clever little brother as always.

Grandma does indeed crack a grin at the sight, “You must be Walther; you indeed look very similar to your father. I’m happy to see you brought my other granddaughters. Thrilled to meet you Asta and Sassa, I can tell you already take very much after me.”

Ah that’s right isn’t it, hmm she doesn’t call him boy, and she doesn’t seem to be looking at Akane.

She glances my way and sighs, “Boy, while you are your father’s son, I can see as much in your sharp looks and I can already guess your personality is similar to his. I will admit I am a little upset by the black fur, which doesn’t go well with that coat by the way. Akane, well you look like your mother, at least I assume so, she hasn’t actually changed since I met her first a hundred years ago when I was here as a pup.”

Akane smiles but is taking too long to think over what was just said, I don’t care, I figured as such.

Mother sits down with a drink from the cabinet, “Charming as ever Hyndla, now please get on with your business, I'm still training these pups and it’s time for breakfast.”

My ear twitched at the pup word, Mother shoots me an annoyed glance.

Ok, she’s not in the mood this morning.

Grandma laughs, “I see Nox has the same twitch as his father, well maybe he’ll get by on personality in Yoden. Right, there is an issue to the north of here that needs resolving and I'm here to dispatch the offspring of the Alpha to deal with it, a small test, one which will surely aid in their reputation in the capitol, Freya knows this boy could use the help.”

Asta pipes up, “We get to leave the den!?”

Mother speaks up, “Do go on dear, but keep in mind none will leave till that egg in Akane’s arms hatches and then she will stay to take care of the chick.”

Grandma seems annoyed, “and what pet could be more important than the alpha pack’s reputation?”

Mother gives her a cold stare, “The pack is fine dear, and I would not go calling the heir to the Avis clan’s throne and a demi god a pet.”

Hey you’re forgetting something there mother.

She sighs, “Right, and Nox’s future second wife.”

Now grandma seems upset, “I care not for the birds, already too many of them in our family. Though as you say it’s no pet, why the hell would you want a bunch of feathers for a wife boy?”

“The god Zephyr commanded as much, and besides a bunch of feathers sounds comfy no?” I smile, “Anyway what is this task Grandmother, I’ve been cooped up here too long, don’t mind the pun.”

“Yup, just like your father. Anyway, a week north east from here is the human town of Polatsk, they are having an issue with a vodlak outbreak, Nox, you are clearly the best suited for dealing with this based on what I’ve read from your Mother’s letters. Think of this as having a chance at a fair start in Yoden boy.”

Well that didn’t really tell me much, twitch.

Mother obliges, “You show the characteristics of the warg taint in your bloodline, something many will not approve of. Vodlaks are humans cursed by your patron god Freki, humans call them werewolves, it’s contagious via biting, and idiot humans often confuse the vodlaks as attacking wolf tribesmen. You are blessed by Freki and your fog makes you nearly invulnerable to physical damage, also as a representative of the Alpha family you are indeed the perfect candidate to deal with this.”

But why would Freki…

Mother interrupts my thought, “It’s not hard to upset Freki, remember that.”

At this moment a familiar dark fog comes through the window. The others back away but I know what it is, unfortunately.

A large black wolf forms, one of Freki’s pets. He simply sits at the window and shoots me a yellow eyed glare; I can tell he’s not here because he wants to be.

Announcing to the room, “Great, well seems I’ve no choice now do I, either way, should be fun. You’re a little early since I guess you’re coming along, we’ll leave in two days likely.”

As I say that he rolls his eyes and plops onto the floor.

Mother caught on and calls, “No get up, it’s time to eat, I won’t have you report back to Freki that I starved you.”

He actually seems a bit cheered up and follows mother out without protest.

As we leave I chuckle at the sight of Asta trying to poke the moon top of Grandma’s staff.

In the dining hall all the greys and grandmother are keeping distance from the black wolf, “Um, someone explain?”

Grandma speaks up, “I won’t be going near the warg if that’s what you’re wondering, even if he’s not tainted like his worldly predecessors where.”

Mother, sitting next to the warg without a care, explains, “Wargs in our world were often prized by those who had ill intentions, their short temper and crafty nature made them easy to corrupt and manipulate.”

Looking at the warg, “Hmm, I assume you have a name, not just warg?”

Its looks at me and actually speaks, “I am Maug, little fuzzy pup. As for you idiots over there, show some damn respect, I am the servant of one of your guardian deities after all. Old grey one, you should know the vodlaks you send the master’s toy to hunt were punished for plotting against your Yoden, so I say to you fuzzy pup, do take your time getting there.”

I’d rather he didn’t speak at all. Akane pats the red glow out of my tail.

Grandma is quelled and seems busy in thought until Lupa walks in and joins my side.

Grandma sees this, “Ah good, take your Nico tribe toy, the humans will be too busy staring at her tits to protest your presence in the village.”

Ok I may not like her at all.

Maug growls at her, she shuts up, hey this guy’s not so bad.

Lupa ignores her and kisses me.

Maug chimes in, “Old grey one, you should hear what I’ve heard the mistress mention of you. Your prejudice against even your own wolf clansmen will prevent you from ever joining the god realm, and you will surely be punished for it in death at this rate.”

I can see grandma’s pride has just been killed, her face is quite pale.

Maug chuckles in a strange high pitch, “Do not doubt me old grey, correct your behavior. That much should be obvious without my warning. Ah, fuzzy toy, I should add the lady approves this hunt, however you are to root out those at fault with my assistance.”

Finished speaking he hops up and takes an upright posture on the dining bench and digs in.

Mother’s mood has drastically cheered up.

She glances at Hyndla before petting Maug and asking, “Tell me dear, does Freki have any words in my regard.”

Maug lets out a cackle, spitting a little bit of food, he looks at mother as if this was some hilarious inside joke.

“Mistress is looking forward to the next game night with Madam Inari.”

“Oh sure I’d love to once you return, but no cheating this time Maugy!” she scratches his ear.

“No promises.” He grins and goes back to eating. Grandma takes her food and leaves in a huff.

That night Akane joins me and Lupa, she feels movement in the egg and wants me there when it hatches. As usual she keeps it wrapped in her tail then wraps herself onto mine. Lupa has long given up trying to correct this behavior.

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In the morning I am woken by a crunching noise.

The sparkly pink egg, nearly the size of my arm, has cracks all over it.

I wake up the girls. Somehow the seating arrangement went to the egg in Akane’s lap, Akane in my lap, and Lupa perched on my head. Akane is tallest making this awkward.

Mother shows up and brings in a wash bin and pup basket.

The egg begins to pulse as the cracks spread.

The first fuzzy pink wing bursts thru the side. It looks like wet sheep’s cotton and is about long as my hand.

Next a leg kicks out followed quickly by the other. They look like bare, white, normal legs save for the bit of pink fuzz around the ankles and slight talons on the toes.

Pieces begin to fall off, I can now see the wings are not attached to the little arms like the harpies in the woods.

I remember now this chick is only half harpy.

The pink feather down goes from her wings to her chest and down to her waist, there is a small tuft at the elbow.

Akane removes the last bit of shell on its head, lifting it like a hat.

She has pointed feathery ears and dark almost purple pink hair with bits of feathers in it. She has an adorable small face with naturally pink lips.

She’s a damn cute pink fluff ball. I bet she's about as tall as my knee.

Akane squeals in delight ready to hug the poor thing to death, making it cry. Fortunately Mother takes it from her hands after it has gotten a good look at Akane and begins instruction on bathing her.

The chick is wrapped in a towel and laid in the basket where it dozes off for a few minutes.

It’s time for me to leave as mother will be giving some quick lessons in breast feeding.

I think it’s good that I'm going on this trip now. It would be awkward if I became too attached to Iris as a niece or daughter only to later marry.

I knock on Walt’s door, he answers in the buff, I can see the twins stretching in the sheets of the bed, this little bastard.

Acting like I don't care, “The egg hatched, once you’ve gone another round with Asta and Sassa get ready. We’ll leave first thing tomorrow morning.”

He smirks and nods then closes the door slowly teasing me with just enough time to see the covers fall from Asta as she sits up, seriously this bastard.

The day was fairly uneventful. Packing and inventory, making sure the horses are in good condition, we’ll be taking a covered wagon.

Maug seems to have found great joy in sneaking up behind grandma and snickering for her to jump in fear. I admit I laughed every time.

Tonight Lupa and I decide to give our bed a send off with a bang, and that is the banging of the posts against the wall.

As usual it was her idea, and there was no way I was going to object to actually going all the way for the first time.

No teasing this time, she pounces me to the bed and takes a position on top, gods this view!

Lupa lets out a soft moan; I heave a heavy breath as I get into it more, and interestingly the covers got blown off the bed by this.

Lupa doesn’t notice and the night passes with an incredibly loud feminine howl of ecstasy.

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Mother smacks my head in the morning, “Really we’re all in the same damn house in a cave of all things. Your grandmother is here, the damn guards on post could hear you.”

We’re all gathered around the covered wagon we’ll be taking.

Rubbing where she hit me,“Well they’ll certainly remember me should I fail to return.”

She gives me a stern but warm look at that comment, “do be safe on your trip my silly little fuzzy.”

She gives me a kiss on the cheek and I join Lupa on the front seat, the twins and Walt are in the back with…

Maug sticks his head up front, “Fuzzy toy, I’d have made her howl twice as loud.” Lupa smacks him.

Twitch, “Oh shut up jackass.”

I didn’t get to finish as he ran back to say goodbye to grandma. By this I mean he chased her into the barn barking before returning to the wagon.

I wave good bye to Akane and little pink feather ball in her arms, Akane waves Iris’s arm for her.

With a flick of the reins we move through the gate.

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“I’m bored, yup bored, boooor”

Lupa flicks my ear, “Just drive Fuzzy.”

She fixes my hair then lies down across my lap.

Can’t focus, sacred mounds pointing right at me… she flicks my nose this time while smiling.

These pines go on forever; I think the twins are trying to teach Walt some ice magic as we go.

I never hear the twins at night, they’re right next door. Oh, that reminds me I start playing with a tuft of fog in my hand.

I charge it with a bit of static, it's coming out a little yellow. Let’s see, right now I'm pretty happy about the girl in my lap so will just assume that’s yellow for now.

Hrmm I need a target….

“Hey Maug!” he sticks his head out the wagon.

I huff and blow on the fog, It bursts in an epic poof out onto Maug, with a yelp he disappears back into the wagon.

“Hey Asta, what happened to him.” I'm still driving. Lupa is trying not to fall off the seat laughing.

I here Asta laughing, “He fell down stiff as wood and isn’t moving, pretty sure he’s alive though, and he looks pissed.”

Ok I seem to have a decent set of lungs, and yellow is paralysis. I can’t remember what color it was when I suffocated the sirin.

I begin to play with the shape shifting; I can now cover my hand in fur. I wonder what these Vodlaks look like.

I holler back, “How’s the magic learning going brother?”

It’s Sassa that answers me, “Walty can make a small ice flurry along his saber rather naturally. Unfortunately, it seems his talents are in a different direction than ours.”

Ah so it’s like my charged trident, but he can’t shoot icicles like twins yet.

The sun sets, Maug doesn’t speak to me the rest of the day, suits me fine.

We set up camp and call it a night; Maug is in the wagon, the rest of us in two tents.

Nothing but a bit of moaning from my tent happens the first night.

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The next morning we clean up fast and get moving, Walt and I are up front.

Walt comes up to me, I can't really get his expression,“Brother what are you doing that makes Lupa moan at night?”

….is he serious?

“You joking Walt?” I am not sure what the hell is going on.

“I could guess, but that kinda of thing, Asta and Sassa say is for after marriage.”

I can’t help but raise an eyebrow at the idea, “Must be a tribe thing, well little brother once we get to Yoden and father lets you marry, if you can’t make the twins howl then ask me again. Ow”

Sassa hits me from behind then goes back inside while Asta is in a fit of giggles.

In my head I'm striking a victory pose. I hear Maug’s cackle from the ground below, he felt like walking today.

The large hound has a grin from ear to ear, “Silver pup, you sleep with those twin beauties every night and do nothing?”

I start forming a cloud, his ears drop and he goes behind the wagon.

“Well little brother your iron will astounds as always, I hope you can keep such a firm standard in a different way when the time comes, hahaha, ouch”

Sassa ran out too hit me. I can hear Maug cackling in the back.

“You fought Akane at all Walt?” might as well ask while he’s being talkative.

He looks at me and shakes his head with an almost scared look in his eyes, so much for talkative.

Not that I can blame him, thinking back to the deer incident. Fighting Akane would probably feel like standing under one of these pine trees as it falls.

So far our woods have been surprisingly peaceful. Maybe Walt has been hunting the place barren.

That night in the tent Lupa scares me. “We’re just relaxing tonight.”

Who gave her this idea, “Damn those twins.”

She punches my shoulder, smiles then snuggles in. It’s not bad of course.

Lupa whispers, “Don’t worry, I'm sure the girls are testing Walt’s iron will right now.”

“Poor little brother.” With that I kiss my girl good night.

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The next few days pass much the same, damn whole lot of nothing.

The girls are chatty, I play with fog and sparks, and Walther pretends to be a statue.

Maug seems a tad playful, he tries to join the girls chat, they slap him. He tries to show off his shape shifting to me, I zap him. He tries to have a staring contest with Walt …………………….. Walt wins.

Late that night Maug comes into my tent and covers my mouth with his paw, I wake up to the smell of horse shit and am ready beat a dog when he hits my ear and points outside.

He whispers, “The vodlaks have us surrounded, probably eight or nine of them.”

I wake up Lupa.

“Maug, I'll wake up Walt and meet you in the wagon. Leave a bit of mist about so they don’t notice”

Maug goes to the wagon.

Turning to Lupa, I whisper while she gets dressed, “Keep an ear out the tent, when you hear Walt, get out and form up with us.”

I change to fog and slowly creep over to Walt.

I admit I was a little disappointed the twins were sleeping with some thin silk outfits on to cover up….it is a silver color, dammit I'm in a hurry….it has thin straps and barely covers their chests to their waists... right waking Walt.

“Walt, get up.” His eyes are immediately open and looking at me, there was no need to cover his mouth, he wouldn’t say anything anyway.

“We’re surrounded, Maug and I will make some cover then we’ll put some distance between us and the wagon, no sense getting our gear destroyed in the fight and there’s nothing there worth protecting, well keep close enough to defend the horses with spells.”

He nods and wakes the girls, there not thrilled to see me but they get the idea fast as I'm looking out the tent and not at them. …. I’ve seen enough haha Ouch, was that chuckle out loud?

Walt poked my head with his sword hilt.

I join Maug and we begin building a cloud big enough to cover the back of the wagon and a bit back down the road. At this point they must be getting suspicious.

I whisper to Walt and Lupa to slowly come out and group up, and to try not to stir the fog quickly.

We have little option but to have Walt play defense while the twins pick them off, Maug and I will keep our cover and defend the horses while Lupa keeps our energy up.

A sound idea, at least, the vodlaks might disagree.

Three come rushing in at once I try to funnel them together with the fog and open sight for the twins to blast them, as soon as the girls fire off small ice lances however the beasts disappear.

It was too difficult to get a grasp of their appearance past large and furry.

They had dove into the mist, awful fast for simply cursed humans. They’re moving about trying to get a better approach.

I guide one straight to Walt, he cuts it in half vertically before it can react.

Ok, so Walt is still faster, and they’re not overly smart.

Looking at the dead one, they’re a shaggy grey color, stand upright but move on all fours, human ish torso but large dog heads.

I can see how this could cause problems between us and the human race.

Off a little ways I can sense Maug ripping one apart. I bring myself near the third one in our fog.

Slowly appearing in the air behind him I run my trident through his neck before he can make a sound and send a slight spark to fry his brain, as instructed I take a moment to remove the head.

Honestly a trident isn’t the best for this and I am not touching this thing with my mouth.

A disgusting experience later I’ve managed to rip it apart with extended claws and using my trident as a pry bar… ya gross.

Two more have entered the fog I guide them to Walt and the twins, he’s much faster at this.

This time I quickly spread the fog and the girls freeze the two in a wide burst spell. Walt lunges forward with a side swipe taking both heads in a single sweep, yup far faster.

I have Walt drag the 5 bodies to a pile then tell him to get the girls in a tent and hide, this is taking too long.

To humans these are incredibly dangerous.

They’re fast, large, and difficult to kill. But taking off their neck is no different than a rabbit when they’re confused and can’t see you coming… unless you have a trident, I swear one day I’ll make this thing useful.

The others are hidden and it’s just me with my back against a tree and a pile of dead vodlaks to my side, I dispel all the fog.

It’s not even a moment before twelve beasts are poised in front of me.

“Where did Maug learn to count?!”

They jump for me and hit the tree as I fade to the side, now all of them are in front of me with my back to the wagon.

I take a deep breath and blast out a huge burst of white lightning charged fog, the cloud billows past them charring everything for a respectable distance.

The beasts are staggered and slightly burnt. I suppose it’s already that day to make use of my trident.

I take the opportunity to unleash a super charged beam through my trident in a sweep evenly across their average neck line.

Three of them managed to duck but the twins locked them up in ice. Walt cleans up and we stay on guard for any more.

I say that but I'm spent, I go and collapse into my favorite cream colored valley. Lupa is thrilled with attention as always and takes me to the tent.

We cuddle up and I'm out without bothering with the issue outside.

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I'm up first in the morning. I kick the dog awake and we go for a piss.

“So I miss any more fun last night?” we stop at a giant pine.

“No, the silver pup piled up the bodies and burnt them. No more showed up.”

“So, eight or nine huh?”

“Piss off pup.”

“Oh I am, look I don’t even have to lift a leg.”

“So you piss like a bitch?” he cackles.

“You wanna go doggy?” I turn towards him.

“Watch your aim fuzzy toy!”

I'm not claiming it was an accident.

We head back towards the wagon. Now that I can tell the sun is coming up I notice the fact I can see the sunrise for the first time in my life.

We all watch it, the area still has big pines but they’re a fraction of the size and not as densely spaced. In the distance north I can see smoke rising from what must be Polatsk.

As we move along the road I'm not sure why but all I can think about is hugging my Lupa, not that she minds, in fact, she looks ready to brag about her future husband to the first human we meet.

I’m still a tad spent feeling and her aura is just incredible to me. She plays with my hair making sure I'm presentable for when we arrive in town.

The twins spotting this and do the same for Walther.

Again, how the hell does he keep his armor so clean, I'm wearing a fresh coat while my armor dries from wash.

It’s a half hour and I'm beginning to think that’s a fair bit more smoke than I expected for a small town.

Sitting up straight next to Walt, “Maug, mist out, girls in the wagon, stay out of sight.”

I put up my hood, I don’t feel like being confused for a werewolf and attacked, “Hand us our weapons.”

I hold my trident and Walt puts his saber in a holder on the driver seat.

As we slowly approach the town it’s now clear most of the village is burnt down. The buildings that aren’t burnt look to be logs of the same type as our den, the dark gigapines, as Maug saw fit to inform me after our piss this morning.

The style is typical of the north similar to our own. Completely pine interlinked logs and vertical wood slated roofs.

The buildings look ancient barely a stone to their structure, no wonder a fire tore through the place so easily. I can smell freshly burnt flesh among the embers.

We make our way down the gravel road into a main square, still not spotting any humans, and we wait there for any to make themselves known.

In the middle of the square is an old statue of a man, wrestling a dog to its death.

Grandma might not be happy, but I doubt the word rescue has any place in my plans for this village at this point.

Standing up on the driver bench, “Any survivors come out! Or I’ll finish the fire’s work.”

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