Blacktail Deer Plateau I watch it burn

lol yeah shorter and shorter

he led her into the heartland of their wood, gazing roundabout them with a renewed sense of creeping loss for their impending departure. it was needed -- their memories would be made new in another place -- but still he would pine for these silent, lovely woods. so lost in his reverie was he that lasher did not spot the flit of fawn-colour immediately.

he stilled his steps, motioning to pearl. the doe was quiet, grazing, and lasher readied himself to stalk her peaceful frame.