Saturday, March 07, 2009
Felicia’s attention was arrested by twin tracks leading into the lake, each with a muddy brown scent. She shifted back into human form. “What are these?” she asked.
Jasfoup squatted down, careful not the get mud on his trouser legs. “I don’t know,” he said. “The look like turtle tracks, but there aren’t any in England. It’s too cold for turtles.
“Odd.” Felicia stared at the water. For a few minutes before shifting back to wolf and following the trail backwards to a nest made of builder’s sand and soil warming cables. She shifted back. “We may have a problem,” she said picking up a shell. “Are turtle eggs usually a foot across?”