Pip leaned back on his haunches, tilting his head as he stared at the peculiar stone before him. Steam wisped off of its surface, floating skyward, and it for whatever reason it seemed to be eternally damp. Over the last few weeks he’d spotted two of these strange rocks and this would mark the third.
He wasn’t sure what had brought them into his boundary, or why they kept appearing. But the journeys they had taken him upon were each surely interesting and Pip suspected that this would be no different.
Pip extended his paw towards the stone, grasping it firmly in order to pull it closer and inspect it. Immediately his gaze filled with fog, clouding his sight and leaving him shocked and a quite afraid.
Spinning on the spot, Pip tried to figure out what exactly was going on, and what had sourced the sudden emergence of the mist. Before he could deduce anything withstanding, he heard a soft whisper in his mind.
“It is stolen. Return it to me.”
With that, Pip’s