Blackfoot Forest while you eggheads is on the wall preparing answers

somewhere here the thin tracks of boar intersected turkey; val wondered what, if any, congress was had in these dappled halls.

he was alerted to another’s presence by a chuff that had him startled. turning around carefully, val regarded the figure half-submersed by winter brambles. he could barely make her out, but scent informed him this was a stranger. who are you?