Blackfeather Woods Never be like you

dog

dog dog dog dog dog

heshe scampered up onto herhis legs and out the half-nap that had been taken only to feel the comfort of good dreams and ease the terrible awful bad loneliness that made hisher days stretch onward years long.

long legs carried the dog trough underbrush and to thin winding roadthing heshe made sure to avoid as shehe neither knew how to hunt within woods nor wanted to be hunter by bearwolfcougarlynxtiger things that did.

voices.

dog dog dog dog dog

a raise by where the two are passing. the greyhound climbs upon, and from there observes, to make sure, to confirm.

and whines.

(it is a lonely, wanting sob-sound.)