Blacktail Deer Plateau Times are changing

the night called to the man likewise, but instead of unsettling his roaming spirit, it aroused a tenderness in him that had gone unaddressed for far too long. and so the man departed his patrol in search of the rendezvous site. his children lay sprawled about, already the height they would be as grown wolves, their bodies rapidly filling in the blank lines of adulthood even as they slept.

blue willow was there too, the azure sheen upon her black pelt catching the moonlight most fetchingly. taltos settled himself down alongside her, pressing a nuzzle against his mate's throat before looking to the brazen curves of the moon above them, its gilded belly pregnant with the night.

the man said nothing; he reveled in the glory of being silent and content alongside his mate.