Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

sounds good!

colt watched the other run through. his red eyes narrowed. it was a woman if he had to assume, though as she landed he began to strut toward her like a plucked rooster.
"howdy, ma'am," he purled in a rasp. pretty thing, wasn't she, with the spring green eyes against the black fur. she smelled of pack, however. colt wasnt keen to be run out on a rail when he'd only just gotten here.
but a man had needs. he eyed the woman. "yew from around here?" he spit birchbark juice into the grass and grinned at her with yellow teeth.