Sleepy Fox Hollow i'll give you a thousand pounds to show me how you do it

wylla.
it was nigh unto impossible not not feel the image of her clambering into his thoughts at any given moment, and mahler found himself fiercened by them, annoyed; he whirled toward the borders in a spate of self-pity and stalked harshly through the drifts toward the new scent lingering in the air.
blood, and the sickly-sweet fragrance of rot beneath. lip lifting, mahler followed it to the borders, where a skinny wraith of a creature stood stiffly at attention.
his frustration rose first, then an instinctual rejection of the ailing. mahler growled a warning as he drew near; with the pack beginning to recover and the suggestion of spring pups, diaspora could house no sick being.