Our Honeymoon Was Over

Just moments prior, Killorn was making a final round around the castle walls before his departure tomorrow.

"What bad luck to stumble across a dead dog on a full moon," Gerald deadpanned whilst staring up at the moon. It was currently being covered by a thick cloud.

"Our emotions are usually worse than normal during a full moon. Not to mention, tonight might be the coldest winter of the season," Beetle complained. "It is no wonder I feel more pity for the animal."

"This is against the laws of nature," Gerald grumbled the second Beetle picked up the tiny dog that shouldn't even be alive. 

Beetle hung the animal by its nape and examined it. "A boy."

"Glad 'ye can tell the sexes apart," Gerald deadpanned with a roll of his eyes. He rested a hand on his hips and glanced at their surroundings. He couldn't fathom there could be a ballsy enough animal to birth a litter of puppies this close to the wall. Did the dog have no fear?