Little Goat Mountain moonlight denetsu

observing the scene passively - some would say in detached assessment - stigmata had the pleasure of witnessing the hunting success of a wolf very much in need of the catch. she was an astounding creature of pure coal; tall and heavy, and certainly not a she-wolf he wanted to cross if he valued all his faculties. still, it seemed a meeting was inevitable, because in her blindness and desperation to simply find a place to eat in peace, she had not known she was approaching an occupied perch until she had already come level to his position and made eye contact.

she countered her own mistake by dropping her hard-earned carcass and immediately going on the defensive. stigmata became annoyed; she came up on him. if anyone had the right to feel defensive, it was him.

"you may pass unbothered," he told her dully, not bothering to rise from his sit.

and she did just that, leaving stigmata to the night alone.