100WC – Harclaw – Arthur
Retiring to my tree hut, I stoked the fire. Outside the wind howled and rain fell from the sky in sheets. Heating some camomile tea I pulled up my box-chair and draped a raccoon hide over my shoulders. I couldn’t wait for spring. A leaf blew through my only window and landed in the hungry flames only to be incinerated immediately. I was ravenous and my stomach would not stop groaning. Tossing some fox flank into a tin, I propped it up on the clay shelf over the fire and cracked some nuts.
“Do you think we’ll make it Harclaw?”