Phantom Hollow fly

the lack of shelter and food had buffalo in a bad mood. add to that the fact he hadn't seen byll in a while, and he was also miserable, wanting. he lay on a bare patch of ground and sulked in the midday heat, thinking hatefully of the wolves above him and how he must claw his way upward, ever upward.

for, if his sister had disappeared as she often did, buffalo needed to find other amusements. malice would be his, a conquest, for he loved only byll. and himself, of course. the man smirked and gathered himself up, setting a slow lope through the territory in search of water while he began to plan this game.