Blackfeather Woods the dj was the last to leave, she had well conditioned hair

@Relmyna

he came from the snowsplattered vale at a silent lope. behind him his tracks splayed plainly in the snow. their imprints a soft blue, clean and crisp on the uninterrupted white landscape. in his muzzle he held a frozen quail, its limbs stiff and outright. a single talon curled back like a gnarled finger.

the woods he had come to know seemed foreign to him now. the bodies and macabre sigils that marked the borders seemed the same, but he was different. they were different. he set the rigid prize in the snow and tilted back his head in a howl for her. around him the snow fell in dull quiet, and no bird sang.