Big Salmon Lake count my cards, watch them fall

she enjoys the simplicity of this, one creature tested against the other. but this equilibrium needs to shift eventually, and so when the warlord's gaze finds another, she issues a low bark of invitation, spinning away to avoid a halfhearted kick. sensing, perhaps, the shifting odds, the stag picks up speed as it trots along the shoreline, sides heaving and head low, eyes rolled back to reveal dancing ivory.