Festive Preparations
The Lavvu shelter shuddered as the roaring winds battered it, the birch frame creaking as it gently flexed - many herbs and dried meats swinging from side to side as it did. But the reindeer hide walls held firm, stretched tightly across the frame with...
Lakeside Leisure
The forest shone a deep bronze, the dawn light pierced the dense canopy of birch, pine, and spruce in sparkling rays. The bracken seemed to reach for the light, so often starved of it deep in the forest. Broad patches of lavender, and tiny sprouts of...
The Hunt
Sleep didn't come easy to the hyena, Conor. Even as he sat there, wrapped in a cozy sleeping sack lined with reindeer fur, his footpaws warming by the guttering campfire, he could not find respite. Surrounded by strangers as he was, his anxious mind...
Bear Den
Bear Den By MetroFox "I think he went in 'ere!" Kuveli dashed-into the cave. The soft grass gave way to cold stone. The warm summer sun faded into black. None of it put the foxkit off. He charged-on with spear in paw, loincloth catching on low rock...
Flying Circus
The deafening cry of the bell roused the men from their bunks. They hurried to don their stylish leather boots and fine, grey pea coats, emblazoned with the white, yellow, black tri-colour of the brand new No.4 Squadron. Emyr's heart skipped a beat at...
Men of the Dragon’s Footplate
The Dragon hissed, disappearing into a cloud of steam. She creaked and groaned as her pistons drove her six great wheels into action. From the platform the early spotters watch large prairie "Dragon - No. 4115" awake for the days work with rhythmic...
A Funeral For A Horse
A Funeral For A Horse By SakaraFox The fire crackled gently at the heart of the Lavvu, sweet-smelling smoke rising into the night sky. A mournful sobbing could be heard from outside, muffled through the thick reindeer-hide skin of the shelter,...
The Llwycrau Company (Chapter One - 3,536 Words)
The Llwycrau Company By MetroFox Blaith panted hard, his hind-paws beating the sand, kicking up clumps of the stuff. The bronze short sword on his back rattled against the oval wooden shield. Wet sand stuck to his red and white fur, and got...
Who's Cackling Now?
Who's Cackling Now? By Owen A. Fox It was mid-spring, a stream trickled through a deep, muddy trench left by the season's meltwaters. Two figures stood either side of the stream, the sun setting besides them. Each held a wooden spear which was...
Hunting Companion - A Story Featuring ConorHyena
Hunting Companion By MetroFox Sakara clutched his spear tight. Warmth washed over his crouching form in waves as the gusts buffeted the bonfire, casting embers into the air. They danced, glowing like fireflies before they flickered and died. Little...
Thursday Prompt - Aisle Twenty
**Aisle Twenty** By SakaraFox Delight was the best way the older fox could describe it. Delight at seeing the ruins of this once grand temple, a monument to childhood tantrums, soothed by only the most sugar-laden treats displayed within. But that...
Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic
Read the PDF **[here](https://drive.google.com/file/d/1AlpErGn4jjp4-noHiHnawBzz5_8z3x9g/view?usp=sharing) **or find the story below. The sunset lit the hills behind him. The breeze lifted the trees over him. And the path stretched out before...