Sunset Valley love makes hunters of us all [m]

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The man was hu ting, his eyes searching keenly for the bird that had called. It was chilly still, snow still lay the ground. It had been thrown up in great drifts that Keen had hidden that fucking skull she'd named Stanley in. For all they knew, it could be some malefactor and she was playing with its skull.
So he'd taken himself out to hunt, hoping she wasn't following him with Stanley because he couldn't bear looking into those empty sockets that he was certain had ghosts in.
As long as it made her happy, he'd leave it.
Until he couldn't stand it.

Apart from finding the mysterious bird, he found a wolf. He approached with caution, his tail waving softly in greeting. Wondering why he was staring so intently at the water.

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