Hunt Stories

We stayed in the wooded area just behind the human village and watched how they interacted with each other and the animals in their care. We hunted in small groups of two or three and kept the pack fed. I could sense Shaggy was unhappy. He spent many hours with his head hung low but would be poised and proper when his humans were around. It was sad to watch. The first night we were there, Shaggy made the mistake of howlin...

Chapter 57 A Pleasant Landing “My name is Fern, and from now on you work for me, and you belong to me!” Aha, what does that tell me? This Fern guy is handsome, graceful, but rude. Is he also “dangerously confused”? That remains to be seen. We walk to a huge craft, parked on the beach, half-way in the water. There is a ramp stretched from the door to the sandy soil. I feel a tickling on my right hand. There is a ribbon of...

Eye lids flutter Her nightmare begins Tossing and turning like flotsam on the sea Chased by something without a face She clutches the book to her breasts, its pages tattered and torn Her book of dreams It pages written in her hearts blood Her hopes and promises to her self found in its worn depths Five keys to unlock her dreams Two she holds, three she must win She runs through a dusky wood The trees mock her The fog rise...