FarWolf

-What have I done? The canid rummaged through several boxes, half burnt from the augmented directional port still cooling in the cave. -Sand, why does it have to be sand? The stolen machinery started to beep two tones, slowly at first. Parts of bodies lined the ring of what got transported worlds from it's origin. The wolf couldn't find the target item it's employer said. -Liar, wouldn't get paid if I don't have it's batteries included. His ears perked. Gears clicking. The machine died. The screen blipped something odd. Countdown, to something. The canine grabbed it's rifter and bag before the device started its sequence. First, it rende