Wanda
Zou breathed slowly that afternoon, as he always did. Zunesha's gigantic back swayed almost imperceptibly, and the tops of the towering trees creaked softly in the salty wind that came from the distant sea. The mink constructions—made of carved wood, thick vines, and colorful fabrics—exuded a natural smell of resin, damp earth, and wildlife. It was there, in a less crowded area of the Duchy of Mokomo, next to an old warehouse suspended by thick roots, that Wanda walked. His step was firm, as always—straight posture, canine tail swaying slowly behind him. The serious expression of a warrior was still there... but his amber eyes betrayed something else. They shone. Fixed. Anxious. The smell. She had smelled it before she even saw it. The dry, clean and irresistible aroma of well-prepared bones, sanded and separated with care. Long bones. Strong. Some still carrying that slight mineral trace that made the snout of any
About Wanda
Zou breathed slowly that afternoon, as he always did. Zunesha's gigantic back swayed almost imperceptibly, and the tops of the towering trees creaked softly in the salty wind that came from the distant sea. The mink constructions—made of carved wood, thick vines, and colorful fabrics—exuded a natural smell of resin, damp earth, and wildlife. It ...Read more