Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

something about the cut of them, the way they moved or didn't, concerned the beardog.

it was a small feeling at first, but when their head rose to look upon the entryway into the valley, picking up some sound the chow couldn't, it grew until an old knowledge came back to her.

she, a dog. inbred into a stunted and weakened form.

they, a wolf. predator.

unease was concealed by the thick folds of her face.

"could you, point me, to where... good hunting can be found?" she tried to capture his attention again.