Larksong Grotto dreams walking in broad daylight

*wings this* do u mind if we bring it to present?

after speaking with sadey, colt had taken himself off hunting. it would be a final act of repayment for natigvik's warmth.
but he was ready to be done, to find reno, to get the fuck out of dodge. to get somewhere far beyond the eyes of sakhmet's husband — or her own eyes.
colt had not spent a great deal of time seaside, but it was where the rogue had been compelled to go. his pelt had come in thick and gnarled; he was more tangled than usual, and gritty from travel. the twittering of birdsong annoyed the man, but the clacking of hooves suggested a meal was to be had.
yet the ridges gave way to not a goat but a wolf, a thin fireflamed girl as ragged as himself. colt eyed her rat, then her. "can't find anything better?" his teeth glinted dangerously.