Redtail Rise i unpack the heat with my oven mitts

new snow was close.

it kept augur the same: available. accessible. he left off his eternal search for the elk and hunted small game nearer the borders, feeding her as often as she needed.

and he waited.

buffalo hunter was still a welcome sight. augur whuffed loudly as he galloped to inspect her short fur and heavy jaws. to where had she gone?