Moonstone Quarry black vultures circling the sky

it's not that. ridgeback is quick to protest. his eyes close for a moment, black leathery nostrils flaring as she waves her tail — and that damning scent — 'round them. he considers, for a moment, that she might not be aware; aware that she is, in the here and now, his own personal hell. that each step closer to her he takes, eliminating the too much not enough distance betwixt them everything archaic and primal screams out at him. ridgeback watches as she, steps ahead of him, finally reaches flattened land and he steps down upon it with a soft sigh; forcing his legs to carry him as far from her as he can manage around the pool's edge. beyond his protest he offers no further explanation and bows his head to take his own drink from the fresh water.