Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

being under that gaze was stifling, like his throat was being seized and he was simultaneously held under ice cold riverwater. shoko was grateful then the scent of sheep was stronger near where tamar had bent to inspect a bushel of grass.

sunlight and fish. yet here arsenio was in a place of clouds and cold. why? shoko had no time to respond before his attention was drawn to a straggler sheep that bolted not two hundred yards from them.

he paused, giving each wolf a quick glance before he galloped after.