long time no post! HI, GUYS! :D
Author:
hi_falootinPrompt: Flavor of the Day : Bulwark
Extra: MALT! PIP dared me: I want to see Jason do a non depressing thing!
Word Count: 181
Rating: G
Notes: Jason's POV. And Howie's in this one!
Mosi is the brains, Howie is the muscle, and I'm the look-out.
Mosi is the brains, Howie is the muscle, and I'm the look-out.
Our fortress is a desert cave, which Mosi tells us is made of limestone. She tells me to crouch down behind the stalagmites near the cavern's mouth and keep my eyes opened. A good look-out is the first line of defense.
"What am I watching for?" I ask.
"Intruders!" says Mosi.
"What kind of intruders?"
Howie bangs a broken stalactite against the cavern floor and lets out his battle cry, which sounds about the same as his normal wolf howl. It echoes, bouncing around inside the cavern.
"How about coyotes?" he asks cheerfully.
"Too easy," says Mosi. "We need more of a challenge."
"How about Sand People?" I ask. Once you get far enough away from the town, Painted Valley does start to look a little like Tatooine.
Mosi makes a face, considering it.
"Dragons," she says finally. "You're watching for dragons. They're trying to storm our fortress."
Mosi's the brains, Howie is the muscle, and I'm the look-out. And I'm looking for dragons.