Wild Berry Meadow you swallow me, i'm a pill on your tongue

reigi was not a rabbit-hearted, fear-soaked doe, yet when he emerged from the shadows she gave pause, hackles raised as he showed her the full of himself for the first time.  the sun was still low, rising, and a soft yellow light drenched the shadow-cloaked swain.

there was something about this that she did not like.

and though under normal circumstances, that would be her cue to move on, there was something that held her there.  the skull.  she wanted it.  in her mind, it was hers.  or it would be... she just had to figure out how.

he settles back down and she drops her prize, moving towards him and closing most of the distance with an inviting confidence, head bobbing once more as she scents him over, tail raking against the piled snow.

it seemed he had been alone for some time, and the scent of sex drenched him, women weaving in and out like ghosts.  she can smell fear, too.

what had he been up to?