Hushed Willows Beneath the Bowed Head of Mother Willow

the bits with maggots embedded within were the best, an explosion of flavour.

he almost didn't spot the wolf, and when he did he was startled, flapping wings.

this marten was too old a meal for a hunter, he was certain. therefore, it'd be wisest to assume the wolf was there to hunt him.

windfather knew their kind didn't know to appreciate the sleek juiciness of flychildren.

the raven was wary.