Why had the settlers disappeared?
How did they survive all these years?
How did they go from human to... gnoll, since such was the name they adopted?
All these questions, and many more, were in dire need of answers.

But right here, right now, Carrios didn't give a fuck about them.
His father was alive.
Alive and back.
Nothing else mattered.

Rokk felt tears wet his face as his hug was returned.
He didn't care.
He was holding his son in his arms.
Something he thought he would never be able to do again.

And in the outpost, not a single eye was dry.

Art by  SpiderDaSquirrel
Original here: https://twitter.com/buckdasystem/st.....57398469173248
Carrios and Rokk © me