Qeya River you can buy me a whiskey

in the end, colt briggs decided he needed a break and a desperate refocusing. reno had asked him what he wanted; well. 
time to figure it out.
whether or not she knew it, @Indra III proved to be the flint which set aspark his desire to remove himself from anonymity. she seemed yielding enough, grateful to colt for his hunting skills.
he found he liked it. he found it touched him like fermented apples at the end of spring.
"wait here," he ordered his follower, a good ways from the edge of natigvik.
for @Sakhmet, colt left a trio of red feathers in a location he had only been with her. it was not a promise to return.
for @Sadey he left a mark of his claws and a brush of his shoulder against a tree in the direction he had gone. heading inland, it said. not alone. 
she might as well stay with @Reno, and for the last colt howled out a staccato set of notes. 
back by winter.
briggs snickered. perhaps reno and sadey settled together. he was off then, cutting across the taiga and flushing the red girl from her place. "come on," he ordered, chivvying her along with the possessive nature of a wild stallion. if he was to come back, he wanted one thing in the world to belong to him entire.
back by winter.