Blacktail Deer Plateau do I cool it or do I blow

he pressed his muzzle against the top of her head as she cringed, steadying his own breathing to a soothing rhythm and hoping she would match it. "that wasn't very nice of it," he quipped, referring to the stick in question. "you've never seen that stick before in your life. wouldn't know it from. . ."

aditya trailed off, watching the moss. he was fascinated by the way it took in more liquid than what seemed possible.

"that is amazing," he said sincerely, looking up at pema. "i've actually never seen moss used like this before. . .although i've heard tales." she had removed one sodden clump, replacing it with another. the scent of blood was thick and heady in the air, the soft pressure of dawn's breathing against him the only thing anchoring him to the world.

the whole scene seemed almost surreal.