Prologue

Faelin looked about the small hollow cactus. It was a owl's home that he had kindly spared for the group.

"Hmm.... this is rather small for us, isn't it?" Ventar asked. He wasn't getting space to fly about and had to stay in a corner.

"At least it's there," Twister said, shortly. "We wouldn't want to lie on the hot sun."

"I would," said Rock, rolling on the sand. Although he was born in the Himalayas, he was a normal wolf and could adjust to the hot climate.

"It was so sudden that we reached here, right?" asked Glacier, thoughtfully. "I wonder how~"

P.S. Short prologue huh? T^T Tired!!