Vendel Keenwhisk 01
A cluttered oak table pressed against the inn’s rear stone wall, bore the scars of a thousand travelers using it for various tasks. Vendel Keenwhisk, a Jerboa no more than three inches tall, wrenched his torso free from the side panel of a...
Normally, he would just ride past.
Normally, he would just ride past. The gray-furred wolf brought his hand up the side of his face and rubbed over his muzzle with a deep sigh. Today he felt drawn to walk down this old driveway, unsure as to why he chose to do so, but walk he does....