King Elk Forest neanderthal

her body arced, a graceful white bow against the transluscent blue of the water, but the fish escaped, having spotted her slim, pretty shadow moments before she struck down upon it. Casmir chuckled, though his stomach clawed at itself again. "good try, Laika!" her swear interested him; he'd kept it reined in because of her nearness, but maybe he could cut back a little too.

"fuckin' bastards," he drawled, suddenly overcome with sleepiness. the boy turned and loped up the bank, suddenly struck with a horrid weight of sleepiness. "god, i'm beat," he complained, settling down against the broad trunk of an aspen tree.