My newest entry in the weekly drabble challenge at Phambler's world.  Nate and Seth continue their adventures.  

Descent.

Grey-green smoke wafted downwind as the crop burned.

“Smells like chamber pots in hell.” I chuckled, aimed and fired one round at the biggest fruit still not burning. It died in a satisfying spray of tumor and tomato guts.

Seth gave me his “What the shit?” look and diverted me, pointing skyward.

“Ok, Mr, Myopic, focus!”

“What if it's airborne?”

I headed for the car.

“Call Jimmy from the road. We'll figure it out. C'mon, chop chop.”

“Nate, what're we doing?”

“We're gonna find whoever did this and make tomato soup out of them.”

Amy

Devon limped to the truck and slid her into the covered bed.  They’d been playing dodge with the wolves, themselves in human form.  The wolves, as what they were. In their joy at the return of their friends, one of the young wilds had drawn her too close to the monastery.  Before he could warn them, the arrow had gone through her chest. 

Now they came close, whining, tails tucked low, gathering around the back of the truck.  Human green eyes looked into his, smiling softly.  He soothed her, pretending, until the pack began to howl.

Only sunrise would quiet them.

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Getting there.

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Moving In

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