Literature
[V] Handler Training, Hakon | First Meeting
It was cold when the sky was growing dark with the setting of the sun, its fading light dyeing the clouds gathered above deep colours of red and orange. Starlings danced and flocked in the skies, creating clouds of patterns with their shrieking songs. And somewhere in the distance, a fox screamed. Tangled up in a mess of long grass, nettles and frayed rope, a small brown calf with a soot-covered back lay on the ground; exhausted and weak and without hope. His chest heaved with each haggard breath after trying so long to free himself from the tangled mess he had wound up in. He had tried calling out to his mother but had given up hours ago when he received no answer. His throat ached and his voice was gone. Now, the brown calf just remained there on the ground, waiting for whatever fate had decided for him. Would the pack of monsters with clever eyes and sharp teeth find him, or would it be those massive lumbering creatures with massive claws that would devour him? The