Write at the Merge, Week 40 Cameron gave us two photos for inspiration this week. You can find them here
"Why're we here again, girlie?"
"We are looking for the wulver that has chosen this place as its hunting ground, Liam." Anne Marie sniffed the air at the street end of an alley. "It's what I do."
Liam looked over her shoulder. "Ye doona need ye're nose, sweetling, there's light enough ablazin' to see fer miles."
The pair continued down the avenue, at each alley, Anne Marie tested the scent. So far, she'd found no hint of the werewolf she was hunting.
"I say ye're searchin' the wrong side a town, Annie. No wolfman worth his hide would hunt in this light. Ye canna even see the star through this sodium bathed backwash."
"What are you blathering about, Liam?"
"Stars, Annie, I canna see the stars."
"What stars?"
"My point exactly, lass." Liam laid a hand on her shoulder, "Annie, let's go back to the old land. I still own the manor..."
"The ruins of a manor, Liam, you haven't been there, in what? Centuries?"
"All the better, no electric lights to block the stars." Liam cocked a half smile, "Remember when we used ta sleep in the wilds, Annie. Nothin' fer miles. No light, just the faint glow of the dyin' cook fire. No horns blarin', just the song of crickets and tree frogs, leaves whisprin' secrets to each other."
"Liam, are you alright?" Anne Marie looked at her oldest acquaintance suspiciously. "You have fed recently, haven't you?"
Liam sighed, "Yes, pet, I have. Ye needn't remind me what ye think of my condition."
"Alright then, let's get back to the business at hand, shall we." Anne Marie returned to her hunt, sniffing the air and peering down alleys.
"Aye, Annie, the business at hand." Liam gazed into the sky, seeking the light of a distant star.
