Overture Downs the sun will come out tomorrow..

like a mouse or a rabbit she scraped up her plants and collected them; shardul hated her for it. not even like a wolf did she act, which made the vulnerability of her turned back all the more poignant. the cat had come within thirty paces of her now; he gathered his legs beneath him for the lunge. his mind was empty save for the heartbeat of his own body thudding in his ears; his maddened thoughts had calmed themselves in anticipation.

at once! he leapt! he leapt into the raking gait that propelled him directly at her. surely the wolf would hear him bearing down upon her, as the grass tore across his shoulders, his flanks, as the earth was ripped up into small clumps by his paws. surely she would see, and he would watch terror fill her eyes as he descended upon her.