Phantom Hollow i know you must know it now -- my organs have stoned

"i'll find you," buffalo promised in tones that begged to be pleasant, but from his throat only darted like threats. turning in the opposite direction, the madman glanced back only once watch the path the other took.

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in time, buffalo found his way to the empty place he had parted ways with the fellow, some foliage and the limp body of a fat squirrel held neatly in his jaws. humming tunelessly, the bedlamite lowered muzzle to earth and began a long lope along the sable wolf's tracks, expecting that with some passage of the skies, he would relocate the wounded person of interest once more.