Shadewood let not light see my black and deep desires

mid june

he'd waited for days.

perched in the trees, watching the wolves milling in the shade of the boughs.

light, dark. big, small.

and no sign of hereby.

the man tried very hard to act unbothered. so what is she's dead, rotting somewhere unknown? brought it upon herself. chain off his leg. now he had every reason to flap off and resume his normal, fulfilling life.

and yet he waited.