Sleepy Fox Hollow how can i convince you that it's me i don't like

AW!

Thrust between Stag's teeth was a fourteen-tined antler. He carried it warily, knowing full well the routing damage it was capable of. He carried it around as a token, a strange talisman. More than once, he had wanted to show it to his mom -- but on this day, it appeared she had coursed out of Diaspora.

He was too tired to consider following her today. Instead he sat by a tree and shuffled the antler back and forth, watching it with a distant, morbid kind of fascination.