Fairspell Meadow i watched you change

@Koji <3

as far as buffalo was concerned, he was a goddamn free agent, and planned to stay that way until he found byll. unbeknownst to the wraith, perhaps one of the only wolves who remembered him had relocated with her pack to the mountain range buffalo had left behind him.
and now, the weasel narrated dramatically inside his head, climbing down the last ledge that led him over into a meadow with four solid thumps of his broad paws, our stalwart hero arrives in what would have been a paradise, had not some jerkoff tornado ruined it.
”by fuckin’ Sos.” the blood-stained mess swore blithely at the snowy wreckage, referencing the name of some long-forgotten ursine god — not to buffalo or byll, however. no, the tottering madwoman who had spat them from her loins and abandoned them not a year later in pursuit of the same really drilled Sos into them, hadn’t she? he ran a tongue along his teeth and laughed hoarsely. ”and Sos drilled you to make us, wuddn’t it, mommy?”
by now aware he was talking aloud and deciding not to give a shit, buffalo let his tongue loll from his pearly jaws and scanned the territory for any movement, wolf or otherwise. he was up for a game, and in true sawlike fashion, would welcome any form in which that game came.