WatfordTalk was lying on his back looking at the moon above. It was not yet full, but it wasn’t far off he thought to himself. WatfordTalk loved looking at the stars, often pontificating on the vastness of space. In his youth he had wanted to be an astronomer, but with no financial means he had ended up in the Royal Navy. It wasn’t a bad life he mused, despite the current situation. He had seen the world after all, and how many young lads from Cassiobury could say that. ‘What a beautiful night,’ he muttered. ‘Aye that it is!’ Came a gruff voice from next to him. WatfordTalk didn’t dare move. ‘You can see the Big Dipper particularly well tonight!’ said the voice. WatfordTalk’s voice quavered as he replied, ‘Yep right there next to the Bear huh!’ ‘I don’t know about you,’ came the voice again, ‘but I’ve always thought it looked more like a wolf!’ WatfordTalk rolled his head to the left and opened his mouth to scream, but the jaws of the wolve clamped shut around his head before he had even drawn breath. WatfordTalk was dead. WatfordTalk was GOOD. Burnsy roasted a small piece of wolf flesh over the fire on a stick. The meat smelled ghastly, but food is food he had reasoned to himself. He had gone down two notches on his belt since arriving on this ghastly island. The real trick was to pinch your nose and try and eat the meat as quickly as possible. He had already finished off the best part of an entire werewolf buttock and was starting on the other one. He hummed tunelessly to himself, as the meat slowly roasted. The other wolf had been drawn towards the smell of the roasting meat. It hated the smell, but it desperately wanted revenge for the loss of its kin. It snuck up behind Burnsy and drove a clawed fist through his chest. Burnsy looked down astonished as he saw his own heart appear outside his chest and slumped backwards. As the blood stopped pumping to his brain, Burnsy starred astonished at the wolf above. The wolf looked down, ‘That was for Skyla!’ He then proceeded to stick Burnsy’s heart on a length of wood and roast it over the dying embers. Burnsy was dead. Burnsy was GOOD. The guardian protected With A Smile and saw nothing.