Blacktail Deer Plateau cruelty brought thee orchids

to constantine's words, lasher hummed breathlessly; the boy's brief but loud and swift run through the forest would have surely alerted any prey in the area to the wolves' presence. "we shall look for another," he declared nevertheless, setting off at a moderate pace in the opposite direction. "tell me; what would you like to be when you are grown?" the man inquired of his son at length, eyes glancing at the canopy above before returning their attention to the child.

the art of hunting was not one of his strengths, but it was a skill he wished to impart to the boy and his siblings all the same. 

presently, he came across another hare, and sent constantine after it,  until the darkening hours begged a halt to their murderous game.