The Escape

The boat wallowed in the center of the river, riding low due to Eston’s weight. He held a fishing rod in one massive paw, the end trailing in the water. The sky was dark; behind them, the city burned. Even the flames looked dirty. The orange glow was reflected on the river’s surface.

“Never you mind,” Briod scolded. He patted Eston’s rocky leg in a comforting manner. “We’ll get it back, somehow.”

Eston turned lidless eyes on his human companion. He nodded, once, and then raised his head in the Howl, mourning their loss after the manner of his kind.