2320 Ships time, SS Wolf's Heritage, North Pacific Ocean, 200 miles off the Canadian shore
It was nearing midnight on the Wolf's Heritage, my Olympic-class ship built from Titanic's plans. My son, Milo, and his possible eventual mate Silver were standing on the forecastle deck, staring at the moon and stars.
"It's beautiful out," remarked Milo, who was staring up at the cloudless sky and immediately identifying the North Star.
"Very," said Silver. Her eyes sparkled in under the stars, liquid blue orbs of endless beauty. Nevermind the fact that she was only a few...
A light snore escaped the throat of a small black-furred cat with white paws. She shifted slightly, lost in the ethereal world of dreams. She was dreaming of a certain canine. A certain white-furred, handsome canine.
She rolled in her sleep, curling into a ball. Her tail tickled her nose.
Behind her, the blankets bulged over the lump that was her master. Her master was a young, slight girl with blazing red hair.
Laying on the other side from her master was the white dog in question. His large, triangular white ears held their normal position as he slumbered on. He was...
After clearing up that fight with Lilly and Garth, which involved a berry-eating squirrel and Reba the vegetarian, Akita and Delneco were under the impression that their work was done for the day.
They couldn't be more wrong.
"Hey, Deke, I'll meet you at the Moonlight Howl, alright, brother?" Akita said, still giggling from how they they helped Garth out. "I've got some stuff to take care of."
Deke shot him a curious look, but didn't push the issue. Akita would tell him when he was ready.