Qeya River a big shadow cast by a tiny tree

there was nothing more to say. colt plucked a stalk of grass then twiddled it between his teeth. "yew don't want t'stay an' find a man?" there was less teasing this time; colt wanted to know. sadey had run with them as long as he'd known her, but that wasn't the measure of any wolf.
not how you killed. what you did.
maybe it was one and the same.