The Red Wolf

CHAPTER 89

Somewhere between the borders of the Iron Coast and No Man's Land. 

MOON

The sea tides raged like a tempest even though the moon was hardly out. But the waxing gibbous moon did hang at the sky like a dirty, sour thing that sent equal parts of dread and trepidation to any that beheld it in the chaotic environment.

A red colored wolf, with an intimidating stride strode through the dry land while the sea waves occasionally washed over, staining its fur with wetness. The wolf's eyes were a turbulent red, and his ears stood at attention as if observing its environs.

It halted, sniffing the air as if it had sensed another presence. 

The sound of wet sand crunching and dipping into the ground filled its hearing, and it snapped its eyes to the direction of the sound, a low growl reverberating through his body.