Tuesday, November 3, 2015

National Novel Writing Month: Day Three - 6016 Words

“Wuzwok, go wait with Skeggi,” Azgrim said.

Wuzwok turned towards Azgrim, but made no mood to leave.

Azgrim bared his own fangs, his eyes filling with the promise of violence. Wuzwok saw that look and backed up, dropping his head.

“We’ll get you when we are done.”

He carefully made his way back to the buggy. Skeggi said nothing, having heard his outburst. He climbed into the passenger seat hid his head between his knees.

“You should have let me handle him,” Girka said. “Now he won’t respect me.”

“I’m the boss. And if he doesn’t, we can deal with 

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