Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

run, run,

hunger lends fleetness to her steps, and while the arrival of a second complicates her ideal of thieving the wolf of the rest of its edible parts, it is a pursuit not yet abandoned. she will merely run further, and tread more carefully, whenever it is that she returns to find the boy again. 

when the thief is confident, finally, that the silence that settles all around will not be broken by the advent of another, the prize is dropped. a careful inspection reveals the smell of infection, but also of blood and flesh. wild things are seldom picky, and when she is done and gone, little remains save a pale bone and the underside of a paw.

exit greyjay!