oh, black dog // wc fanfic

Houndmoon thinks he's cursed. He sees ghosts, he knows it. He knows there's no denying it. Lurking shadows fill his vision, he hears the forest murmur. He's never alone.

He met Thyme when he was a kit. He's the only one Hound knows he can trust.

The forest, and all of it's inhabitants, are in danger. Houndmoon wants to help desperately, but doesn't know how. He can't, not by himself.