Wapun Meadow we keep switched on, all through the night while we sleep

the silvery animus gave chase as soon as astara turned.

served her right, what with her feint from only moments before. she'd earned his mistrust, and every ounce of his fangs.

the blackbird continued at an open lope, listening for signs of pursuit.

at last they fade; when she turned around, she was alone in the clearing.

flicking her tail in contempt, the nightshade stalked for home.