Meadowlark Prairie Tsukareta

The man’s riverstone eyes swept to the mesa and appraised it. He nodded his head and smiled swiftly. It seemed a nice enough place, but it was strange that she was far from it. He couldn’t imagine it was better in the snow than it was where she had made her home.

The woman introduced herself as Tamar. It was a nice name, simple.

I’m Haru, he returned.

What’re you doin so far from yer home, Tamar? It’s awful cold out here, innit?

Sawamura’s question was innocent enough. If he had a place of his own, a den where he could nestle in and fight the cold… well, he imagined he would rarely leave that place. Then again, Tamar had been rather swift to assist him. Maybe she was one of those worker bee types, he thought.