Heron Lake Plateau i can see a heart-sized hole inside this bottle, where i'm pondering a midnight swim

nosedeep in thick tussock, caiaphas paused as she heard steps -- lifting her blackened muzzle from concealment, she caught the greystreaked form of a young wolf - not so young to be invalid, but in her eyes, simply young. maybe she really had gotten old; she returned his nod with a cant of her muzzle, as if to signify that the trail bent to the west of them out into the thicket.

names could be exchanged later, caiaphas was not a wolf for idle talk when a tremendous task was at hand -- as she turned down the path towhee joined them; she gave the female respectful birth and averted her gaze, keeping her composure lower than the she-wolf's as if to signify she recognized the female's stature was above her own. the woman's words, wooden as they were, were met with a grim nod -- indeed.

three was better than one. armed now with the confidence that her two hunting comrades bought, caiaphas waited for towhee's lead, but prepared inward for battle.