AylwardWolfen

The water was warm that early spring morning.  As Zan's toes began to sink into the muddy embankment of Pinewood Creek, he noticed the absence of the usual shocking chill that once made him dread wading into the murky water. His brother Gregor would bring him here to noodle for their weekly supply of food. The smell of rotting vegetation made Zan feel right at home. The towering trees stood like his own personal guard from the sun and rain, and the sand and the wind always found his face on the hotter days and the cooled him. Only the creek gave Zan trouble, he would rarely catch any thing. His brother had more experience in this than Zan, a