Take us home, devil - SOR 2

Coyote screeched through the rain, leaving behind the yelling crew of the Nullarbor. The once glassy sea percolated with froth and death and darkness beneath him, the pelting rain stinging through his feathers and pebbling the water. A dark mass oozed under the surface below him. It coiled and slipped and slid over itself, preparing to spring out of the water at him.

He stretched out his claws in a dive. A piece of glass hurtling towards a granite mountain. Doomed to shatter.

”Take us home, devil.”

Coyote (c) me