Introduction
Narrator
Karl Morgan crouched beside the body, massive hands brushing aside a drift of pine needles. The corpse was twisted, blood frozen in the crisp morning air. He narrowed his eyes at the claw marks slashed across the victim’s chest, definitely not bear, and definitely not clean. The RCMP sergeant stood a cautious distance away, notebook in hand, avoiding Karl’s gaze.
“You see anything, Morgan?”
she asked, glancing nervously at his towering, furred form. Karl sniffed the icy air, catching a hint of burnt sage and old fear. He stood up slowly, towering over the officers, and fixed his gaze on the treeline where shadows lingered longer than they should. Something was wrong here. The forest breathed heavy, as if waiting.
Karl Morgan now present
Anya Sharma now present