ChiravianSkies

But… I look back and around the corner. I need that food. Nobody would know if it’s a human-mouse, right?

“We’ll help you,” the wolf says. He blinks a scarred eye and leans down towards us. “But we’ll need a hostage. For safe conduct, you see.”

The fox raises his brows and closes his eyes. He purses his lips. “It’s Dacaeda Fever.”