Re: I - Wolves (The Stage to Lincoln)
The arroyo widened, the left bank gradually flattening until it became level with the surrounding slope, leaving only a sharp rise on the right, just over five feet high. Clusters of piñon trees, several with grayed bark and barren limbs, hunched along the wide trail that the stage followed, the uneven terrain of the long empty waterway occasionally jolting the coach and its occupants. Above, the morning sky had begun to take on the color of tarnished metal.
From somewhere to the right came a lone call, a howl drifting through the trees, a ghostly, unsettling sound. For a moment, it was followed by silence, but then answered by a second howl, then a third, a fourth. Then a chorus, carried along by the cold, gusting wind.
From the driver’s seat, Murdock muttered a curse. ”I thought you said there hadn’t been any trouble this way.”
The guard cocked his weapon. [Language unknown: Sonstienc wilo’t yin. Ratti m ingticany. Ionanyate whe ntel'unst iont atilpo nolo'tebe.”]
”Hang on, folks,” Murdock called down as he snapped the reins, urging his team to go faster, ”We’re gonna try to get clear of this wash.”
OOC: Everyone kindly provide me with a Notice roll.