A bright sun, warm sand running through my fingers. I kneeled down and scooped more of it up. Puzzling the meaning of it. Yet a moment later I was forced to the ground.
A smile on his snout and a push of his legs and the wolf had me pinned even further than he had already done. He was happy. His mouth was panting with his tongue askew.
But there were things to be done, and play was not one of them. As I looked to the beach, the cliffs facing it and the harsh water.
I knew that this would not be so easy. Again I fingered the orb that fell weighty into my pocket. The source of my current worries.
There were two options before me. One I leave, I amass my troops and let them grow. Then safely conquer these dungeons. That would be both logical and emotional. One of fear of my situation and not of rational thinking.
