WC: 324 (+3)
Thornbury: a nice little town, a place with evil bushes, a refuge during snowstorms, and a home to several friendly - if not odd-looking - canines belonging to the pack of Cercatori d'Arte. Slade had only been in the pack for a little more than three months, and already he had some fond memories of the town. Time passed so quickly when one was enjoying life. This time, however, he had come not to be nostalgic but instead in search of a setting.
The imaginative coyote had come up with yet another story, and at this point in it he had sent the protagonist - none other than the brave and noble Jag Auctor, the coyote who Slade imagined his father to be - on a mission to certain death. However, Slade needed a setting that looked peaceful and unsuspicious, and he couldn't come up with one without making it dark and dreary. Instead he had resorted to traveling to Thornbury to get a good look at the town and use it as a basis for the next setting. As he looked around, he added his observations to his story.
He walked through the forest as it began to thin out, ears pricked and eyes alert for signs of life. He'd been told that the town was a savage place, but as he got a good look at it he wondered exactly who had called it wild in the first place. There were several houses, some made of stone and others made of dirt, not quite in the best condition but decent enough to live in. It was ordinary enough, and with the sunlight shining down on them the place hardly looked menacing. Still, Jag knew better than to judge the place by its appearance. He had no idea if anyone was lurking in the shadows and spying on him, or if there were any demons hiding in the houses and plotting his downfall.