Long Walks

It’s real easy to get lost when you’re young, ruff. That’s why most of you have good eyes and ears, to help you find your way, unlike us old ‘uns, although my snout has always made up for my sight anyway. And I don’t mean “lost” as in astray in the wilderness, I mean in … Continue reading Long Walks

All Swept Up

No. No! Go around! I’ve just swept this bit! You watched me finish this patch of dust and now you wanna drag your filthy boots all over it? No. Go around the back or I’ll bite your knees. It’s autumn, and the paths are full of pretty leaves and shiny nuts... and dirt. Mush. Rotting … Continue reading All Swept Up

Treemendous

These were big trees, all right. Here in the wastelands tower the lingering carcasses of the grandest trees. Not much is known about them, as even the spirits are too young to remember. Every scrap of fallen wood has long been repurposed and crafted into something else, leaving only these mysterious stumps, so hard and … Continue reading Treemendous

Listen

Strangers? On my mountains? Curious. Oh, travellers may come and go as they please, I am no tyrant here, but the jumbling slopes themselves have seen off many a wanderer. The hills are alive, they say, with grumbling, booming voices and a constant shuffling of their great grey shoulders. I hear them under the moaning … Continue reading Listen

Winter Wild

Deep winter. So cumbersome and heavy and thick, digging into earth and bone alike. It clouds your brain and eyes, it muffles your senses and gnaws at your deepest flesh. Winter is a test we must all endure. But the world must sleep. The trees must rest, the soil must heal, it cannot always be … Continue reading Winter Wild