Fletcher Farthing peered through the damp, misty forest as he strolled along on patrol. The other members of the patrol walked in front of him while his brother, Cadan, jogged beside him.
“See anything?” Cadan asked, wiping his wet paws, white like the rest of him, on an equally damp leaf.
“Nothin’,” replied Fletcher.
“What do we do if we run into wolves?” questioned Cadan worriedly.
“We lead them as far from Cloud Mountain as we can,” Fletcher answered. “We can’t afford to let any get in there, especially with all the lords gathered.”
They continued on through the bracken, squinting through the dense fog on either side of the path.
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